Since we had our conclusion, today’s talk was over. With a fresh smile, Jeong Gilgaon stood up.
“Arrive and head right back out on expedition—what a mess, huh? The deer will make a scene… but I’m honored. Leave the schedule to me.”
“I don’t ride anything sketchy. Minimum: First.”
“You must’ve forgotten—the private jet you took to China? It’s mine, Your Finicky Majesty.”
Flicking the bright deep-blue suit jacket, Jeong Gilgaon turned back as if he’d just remembered.
“Iseo-ssi, are you coming along too? Not sure if the fairy-dragon can handle a desert country.”
“Eh? No! Of course not.”
“Isn’t it the obvious thing? We came this far—don’t fold now.”
“Isn’t this just Ilsan? Ilsan and Morocco are a bit… I also have school.”
Startled, Yoon Iseo waved both hands. A pairing of Rank #1 and #4? He’d absolutely like to decline being caught between them.
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