chapter 129 I'm just a scumbag

Sunday, 4pm!

When the agreed time came, Narcisco Rhys quietly walked into a bright and elegant coffee shop, found a corner, and sat down wearing a hat.

I called Queena Nichol in the morning and confirmed the time and place.

Narcisco Rhys sat there, only to see Queena Nichol looking around with boredom. She was wearing a white dress, and was as beautiful as the purest angel.

The domineering couple in front, coupled with her extremely pure face, is really very...