Chapter 11

Peyman Hards was wearing a white shirt, standing under a tree, and mottled shadows fell on him, as if his body were slightly glowing.

It's no wonder that the original owner will be crazy about it for three years for such a good-looking and gentle man.

Peyman Hards heard the sound and turned around: "Athach, you ..."

Before he spoke, he was amazed by the girl in front of him. She stood at the door, and the breeze blew her slightly curled hair.

Just like a fairy descended to earth, Peyman Hards was blinded by it.

Athach frowned slightly and asked him coldly, "What do you want with me?"

Listening to the familiar voice, Peyman was even more surprised: "You are Athach, how did you ..."

In Peyman's memory, Athach has always looked like a hooligan, dressed neither fish nor fowl, with red hair today, purple hair tomorrow, and an explosive head.

Therefore, he never liked Athach.