Gwendolyn Lewis opened the door.
Sure enough, it was Gauthier Pace at the door.
Gauthier Pace was 32 this year, a department-level cadre in Harmony County.
As mentioned before, his parents also retired from the system. Although their ranks weren't very high, he was still considered a second-generation official.
Gauthier Pace, as a person, is quite good-looking, standing at a height of 1.77 meters with a reasonably proportioned physique. If anything was to be said about a flaw, it would be the beer belly, but it's something he developed in recent years.
He walked in.
And started searching around Gwendolyn Lewis's room.
He checked under the bed and in the closet.
Then hurried into the bathroom for a careful look.
Finally returned to the living room, pulled open the curtains, and searched again.
"What are you looking for?"
Gwendolyn Lewis asked, somewhat displeased.
Gauthier Pace frowned, glanced at Gwendolyn Lewis in her pajamas, and asked, "Why did you lock the door?"
