“Thank you,” Ha Jae-Gun replied, expressionless. It was normal to be offended in a situation like this, but Ha Jae-Gun still chose to conceal his feelings. After all, it was his beloved sister's wedding, and there were countless prestigious individuals and reporters present. He didn't want to draw any more attention from others.0

“Have a good day. I'm sorry that I have to get going because of my family.” Ha Jae-Gun chose not to respond to the older man's outreached hand and excused himself instead. 1

Kwon Sung-Deuk’s nostrils flared in embarrassment as he retrieved his hand and nodded. “Of course, you must be busy. Let's meet again next time when the opportunity arises.”0

Instead of ending the conversation there, Kwon Sung-Deuk quickly added, “But there's just one thing I'd like to ask. Was there an unofficial meeting with Mr. Liu Bao when you went to China recently?”0

“...”0

“So you did, huh?” Kwon Sung-Deuk with a probing look and knowing smile. But before Ha Jae-Gun could reply, he came to a self-proclaimed conclusion with much excitement. “I’ll arrange a meeting together with the Cultural department soon, I want to help you, as you're elevating the nation’s prestige with your great works.” 0

Kwon Sung-Deuk concealed his motive. He had met countless creators while working in the C.B.C., and most of them were ignorant of how the world worked, focusing solely on their own writings. It was to his advantage with the thought that Ha Jae-Gun was a young bachelor who had just turned thirty. No matter how much of a household name...0