Ayla’s eyebrows instantly furrowed upon hearing that strange yet irritatingly familiar laugh. Not one person laugh like that except for one person as a name instantly come up to her mind.
The mango suddenly tasted sour in her mouth that she could only reluctantly place the scalpel and the half mango down. She really hate herself for guessing it right this time.
She glanced up and made eye contact with the person’s grinning eyes as if he was just waiting for Ayla to look up.
Thankfully, the person looked away after that brief eye contact. “Hello, everyone.” He readily greeted with a playful smile. His eyes bent crescent shape because of old wrinkles and salt and pepper hair clearly indicate the winding passage of time for this person.
However, the humble attitude of the people toward him and his impenetrable stature that called for everyone’s attention and respect failed to conceal the experienced and strong aura of a commander.