"Recently, due to weather issues, the Alliance Managers have made adjustments to their itinerary for visiting the Southern Alliance Region..."
In the restaurant located in the harbor area of the No.1 Settlement, the radio was playing the day's news.
It was now four in the afternoon, and although the restaurant was open, it was clearly far from the busy time.
Sitting by the window display, Yarman occasionally glanced outside the restaurant, seemingly waiting for someone.
At this moment, the sound of a wind chime came from the door. He looked up and met eyes with Greg.
"I knew you would definitely contact me."
"Why do you say that?" Yarman slightly raised an eyebrow.
Greg squeezed his eyebrows at him and continued in a humorous tone.
