C89 This Is a Favor That You Owe Me!

The words on the sign were already mottled with age.

The surrounding weeds grew so luxuriantly that they almost covered the broken hole in front of the sign.

Juno's voice was high-pitched, and there was a hint of anxiety in his tone. "Brat? Luca? Are you inside?"

It was probably because she finally heard her voice. The child’s tender and weak call came through the broken hole.

"I'm here