The grilled beef entrails quickly disappeared along with several rounds of alcohol. Several people had red faces as they enjoyed being drunk. 

One of these drunks was Woo Seunghoon. He had drunk everything faster than everyone, and his eyelids were already feeling heavy, “Ooh ooh. President is quite strong against alcohol.”

Woo Seunghoon, who had bragged about partying hard in the past, couldn’t hold his liquor. He stuck his tongue out at Woojin. Woojin grinned as he tossed back another cup of soju.

Compared to Alphen’s alcohol, soju was like drinking water.

Seunghoon pouted, “Hook hook. President drinks alcohol so well, so why did you hit me?”

“Hey. Why are you being like this?”

Sunggoo and Haemin tried to shush Woo Seunghoon.

Seunghoon shook them off, “It hurt so bad! So what if I overpriced the phones I sold? It happens! Hoo-ook.”

Woojin grin faded. Should he start regretting not killing that bastard?

Sunggoo and Haemin saw Woojin’s expression turn sour, so they quickly put Woo Seunghoon in the car. When Seunghoon was tucked into the back seat, he immediately fell asleep.

“Ooh whew.”

Sunggoo let his liquid courage fuel his next question, “So, boss.”

Woojin glanced over, “Uh, what?”

“I worry you don’t pay enough attention to the mass media every time I observe you. ”

Woojin grinned, “What’s the point of caring?”

Sunggoo tried to explain, “Mmm. Isn’t it annoying? The reporters will flock to you…”

“I’m used to it.”

“That’s….”

How could his words not...