Rather than a reply, Ju Yeong-Gi chose to throw an unexpected question in Park Yu-Min's way. “Hey, you. You also have a ton of things to do, don't you?”

“Not as much as Jin-Ho, though,” Park Yu-Min replied while carefully standing up. He stared at the doorway Kang Jin-Ho used to exit the pizzeria and muttered, “He seems to be going through lots of stuff lately, so let's just let him be for the time being. He knows how to take care of himself, after all.”

"Urgh..." Ju Yeong-Gi shook his head in a gesture of someone giving up on understanding this situation. Just where did Park Yu-Min's trust in Kang Jin-Ho, which verged on religious faith at this point, even come from? It was impossible to figure it out. Ju Yeong-Gi grunted. "What a faithful devotee you are. A true believer!"

"Stop complaining like that. You know as much as I do that Jin-Ho shouldn't be doing stuff like this in some pizzeria."

Ju Yeong-Gi continued to complain. “What do you mean, stuff like this! What's wrong with our work, ah? Besides, I... You think I'm sticking around here because this is the only thing I can do?”

"Jin-Ho's situation is different from ours, though."

“...Gee whiz, we got ourselves a Jin-Ho stan here, folks.” Ju Yeong-Gi helplessly shook his head while heading to the kitchen.

Park Yu-Min chuckled a little while thinking to himself, 'How long will this last, though?'

Every day had been fun for him recently. When Park Yu-Min thought...