Carla frowned confusedly at the figure of a young man wearing a black hoodie that was taller than herself.
"Who are you? Why do you always throw a tantrum when Carren is here?"
The question that immediately emerged from Carla's lips, was curious about the figure in front of her and knew nothing of fear.
The young man gave a slightly incomprehensible smile.
"Do you still not recognize me?" asked the young man while removing the hood of the hoodie he was wearing.
Again Carla frowned in confusion. Honestly, she seemed to know him, only she didn't remember him.
Carla couldn't help but shrug her shoulders slowly. She couldn't guess who it was.
"Hey! Can you just make it easier? I still have a lot of business," Carla whispered, raising her voice slightly.
It's different with Carla who is annoyed, the young man wants to laugh at Carla even harder than before, it's just that...
