“…Seriously. On the channel you acted like you weren’t interested, and then you were secretly scheming behind our backs again. When did you go visit Teacher Bang Shingi?”
“Ms. Jo-yeon. This gentleman’s name is Lee Shingi. A direct descendant of Tojeong Lee Ji-ham. No—more than that… what a coincidence this is.”
Come to think of it, this was Myeong-dong. Where Bang Shingi’s sham fortune-teller’s den was.
While they were happy to see him, Lee Shingi, for his part, hid his flowerpot and shopping basket with an embarrassed face.
I mean, really—if a guy’s out in slippers, you could pretend not to notice; meanwhile they’re all dressed to the nines.
“H-ha, well, yes. Have you both been well?”
Just then, the organizers started properly handling the crowd.
They told everyone to wait inside the building for a moment—there was a brief lull. Caught off guard and missing his chance to slip away, Lee Shingi rolled his eyes awkwardly.
No…