Coming Home Part III

“You’re so nonsense, silly!”

Then the girls giggled as they walked ahead of Wisana, making the man smile widely. After seeing that they got more relaxed, he took out his phone again and contacted someone.

Around ten minutes later, Wisana brought all his friends out of the airport of Chiang Mai successfully to where a well-dressed middle-aged man was waiting to pick them up. After the introduction, they knew him as the chief of the workers on the farm named Uncle Pairoch, who was close to Miss Wimon and Wisana had always seen him around since he was a kid.

“You’ve all grown up, Na. I still can’t believe that you’re the one who played around the farm with Petch decades ago.”

Uncle Pairoch was a moderately sized man, not so tall but not short either. He had a kind face with hair that was a little bit too thin. However, he seemed like he did not care about it that much, obviously from how he slicked his hair back and exposed his forehead out wide.