“So there was another reason you asked to meet?”0

“Huh…?” Oh Myung-Hoon made eye contact while trying to conceal his motive. 0

Sitting opposite him was Jung-Mi, looking down at her fork with a listless look, not touching her food.0

“Isn’t that it? You keep asking me how things are going with Ha Jae-Gun and what happened.”0

“No, Jung-Mi. I was just curious…”0

“Still, what are you exactly curious about? Aren’t you on bad terms with Jae-Gun?” 0

Jung-Mi asked with pure intention, but it stirred anger within Oh Myung-Hoon. 0

‘Stop acting like a human and just answer my questions like a robot!’ Oh Myung-Hoon yelled internally. 0

Had always been Jung-Mi this tactful? The Jung-Mi that Oh Myung-Hoon used to know had always been slow-witted, except for when it came to writing.1

“Jung-Mi, I really didn’t mean it that way. I just…” As Oh Myung-Hoon was trying to come up with an excuse, his phone rang. His hand that was in his left pocket reached for his right breast pocket, pulling out his phone. 0

Jung-Mi asked with widened eyes, “You have two phones?”0

“I have the second one just for company use,” Oh Myung-Hoon replied briefly and stood up. “Sorry, but I’ll be back after taking this call. It’s kind of urgent.”0

“Sure, take your time.” Oh Myung-Hoon stepped out of the restaurant...0