An uncanny silence lingered in the air.
He was unmistakably someone Gyeon Riok knew well, someone so familiar and close to him, and yet he felt frighteningly unfamiliar.
‘Dissonance.’
Gyeon Riok moistened his drying tongue. It was with difficulty that he managed to speak.
“What… Father, what do you know that you’re saying this?”
“Baha must have tried to stop you. Why didn’t you listen?”
“……”
“You should trust your Noona and wait. You know better than anyone how dependable Jioh can be once she sets her mind to something, don’t you, Riok?”
“……Who are you?”
What surfaced over his handsome face was unmistakable hostility. Gyeon Riok’s expression twisted harshly.
“Haha. Who else would I be? I’m the father of our Jioh, Riok, and Geumhee.”
“Our father is an utterly ordinary man. He doesn’t know how to do creepy shit like this, and he couldn’t even if he wanted to. If you’re going to impersonate him, at least learn who he is properly first.”
“Well.”
Gyeon Taeseong gave a bitter smile.
“Isn’t it our son who doesn’t really know his dad?”
“……”
“You can’t bring yourself to do anything right now because you don’t think I’m a fake either, can you, Riok? I don’t think our son is so easygoing that…