“Um… Geum-geum. Are you okay?”
“What is there not to be okay about.”
“No, it’s just…”
“Why are you like this? If you’ve got something to say, don’t circle around—say it. Don’t whine like a dog that needs to poop.”
As always, the reply blasted out like cool-water cologne, but Seol Bomi kept sneaking glances.
She looked like she doubted whether Geum-hee was really okay. It was the same look the neighborhood ajummas had given Gyeon Geum-hee all the way to school.
I thought the ‘zoo monkey’ treatment ended after Gyeon Riok first went into the Tower…
“Enough. Just buzz off. The house already feels like a mourning hall; I don’t want to be treated like bereaved family outside too.”
“Be-bereaved family! When did I ever—!”
“Am I wrong? Everyone’s acting like that punk Bambi got dragged off to a firing squad or something. I’m sick of it. Seriously.”
Baek Dohyun, Choi Dawit, Hwanghon—and yesterday, even Gyeon Riok.
Four S-ranks summoned already.
The country was flipped on its head, asking what on earth was happening on the 49th floor, and it was the same in the Gyeon household.
From Madam Park lying down with a headband tied, to Gyeon Jioh half out of…