“Professor Yoon! “Are you out?”
Kyeong-min, who had been wandering restlessly in the hallway, ran towards Hae-joon as soon as he saw her and tilted his head at her unusual aura.
“professor? Are you okay?”
“… … “Kyeongmin.”
“Did the Chairman just say something? I already heard there was a kid wearing a school uniform going in. Come to think of it, I look exactly like the chairman… … professor?”
Hae-joon, who was holding his forehead, suddenly snatched the cell phone from Kyung-min’s hand, and his words stopped on their own. I wanted to ask what happened inside, but I wasn’t in the mood to do so. While she swallowed her nervousness at her ‘sincere face’, which could only be seen in her operating room, she was busy pressing her cell phone.
“Ugh! Nonsense.”
“… … “Gyo, professor.”
“That can’t be possible. It definitely can’t be… … .”
Hae-joon, who was pressing his phone a few more times, pursed his lips. Then, in the end, he returned the cell phone as if throwing it and walked away with only the cold sound of his shoes, and Kyung-min was unable to chase after him or say anything more, and just stared down at the search bar on his phone.
“… … Seomun Group’s Seo Yihan bastard, why are you searching for this?”
