“Anyway, I heard about the Heta matter.”
Jio scratched his chin with his index finger.
Even if it had been haggling over his price, it was the first time he’d ever had to make a pleading request to someone he’d never met.
Thinking about how, since Baek Dohyun had already made a deal back in Pangyo, there was a high chance he’d be coming anyway, it felt even more so.
Kinda feels like I’ve turned into a used-goods double-dealer scammer, you know?
The old man’s gaze fixed keenly on Jio. Is that how you say thank you?
“Forget it. Call it a discount.”
Hong Goya snorted breezily.
“Had I known Heta was in that state, I’d have gone even without your word. I don’t wish to see a martial household ruined either.”
Tak. Trickle—.
The teacups filled again.
Contrary to his rough looks and voice, the old man’s touch was delicate and elegant.
“What, is it surprising?”
“It’s unbalanced, yeah. You look like someone who was born…