Maru, who finished receiving medical attention with just a patch on his elbow, returned to his spot. Changsung had planned to go to the hospital if necessary, but fortunately, Maru was okay.

“I was worried since there was a loud sound, but it seems that his reflexes are quite good.”

“He should have learned a lot of things after all,” Moonjoong, who was watching Maru from the side, spoke.

He was the first one to rush up to Maru, even before the staff, when Maru fell down.

“Uhm, sir. I mean, senior.”

“Hm?”

“You said there was someone you know. Is it him?”

“It is.”

“I see. Then is he a member of your family?”

“No, he’s just a drinking friend.”

“What? A drinking friend?”

Moonjoong put on his gat as he smiled in satisfaction.

“A drinking friend, you say? Isn’t he only a high school student?”

“When drinking with an adult, age doesn’t matter,” Moonjoong spoke with a serious expression.

He didn’t look like he was joking.

A drinking friend? Changsung didn’t know whether he was supposed to laugh or get confused here.

“He’s young, but he has a deep heart. It’s to the point that I can’t believe he’s at the age he is. Perhaps that’s why I don’t get bored when I talk to him. If you have the time, you should come to my house and drink over some pork belly, producer Han.”

“If you call me, I’ll be there anytime.”

Replying, Changsung followed Maru...