Vroom...

Kang Jin-Ho slightly turned his head and studied Jo Gyu-Min sitting in the driver's seat. Kang Jin-Ho couldn't help but chuckle after seeing the protruding pout on Jo Gyu-Min's face as he drove the car.

“It's been so long since the last time I rode shotgun like this,” said Kang Jin-Ho.

“Indeed. I often gave you a ride back then, didn't I? After you took an active interest in driving, though... I don't think you've ridden in my car once.”

“I didn't want to impose on you, you see.”

“I never felt that you were imposing on me, Mister Jin-Ho. Giving you a ride is a part of my job description, after all. If I'm being honest... Back when I could push everything aside and slack off on the company dime with the excuse of doing something monumental with you... Those days were the best days of my life. And I guess things will never go back to how they used to be.”

Jo Gyu-Min seemed to be growing dreamy and distant with longing again, and Kang Jin-Ho the unwitting witness could no longer hold his laughter back.

“If that's how you feel, should I sell my car, Mister Gyu-Min?”

“...No need to go that far.”

If Jo Gyu-Min jokingly said yes here, Kang Jin-Ho might really sell his Lamborghini without any hesitation whatsoever. That was what Kang Jin-Ho was like, after all! To prevent that catastrophe from happening, Jo Gyu-Min had to play the straight man for the first time in a long while.

“Since we're talking about cars...” Kang Jin-Ho slowly rubbed his chin.

“Yes? What is it?”

“Remember how my Golden Elephant got crushed and buried in the dirt during that incident?”

“Ah, that. Yes,...