“Get your hands off of Tae-Yoon!” Yeon-Hoon suddenly jumped out.0

Even my aunt, who was preparing to slap me on the cheek, became a little surprised and faltered.0

“Who are you to hit our Tae-Yoon!” Yeon-Hoon stood in front of me to block my aunt and shouted at the top of his lungs; he had a very determined look on his face. He shouted again, “Why are you trying to hit another person!”0

My aunt seemed quite taken aback by the sudden intrusion of a third party, but she was not the type of person to back down from an intervention of this level. She was the type of person who had to see through things to the very end until her anger dissolved.0

“Hey! What the! Who the hell are you!”0

It was not a question hoping for an actual answer, but Yeon-Hoon replied clearly, “I’m Tae-Yoon’s hyung! How can you act like this when you’re his aunt? Can you answer that?” He even replied with a question, and I had no idea how Yeon-Hoon could stand his ground so firmly like this.3

‘He knows she’s my aunt.’ It seemed he overheard my conversation with my aunt a little bit. But this was not the important part now. He shouldn’t be yelling like this in front of my aunt. Of course, it didn’t matter to me but—0

“You fucking rude bastard, how dare you raise your voice in front...0