He was about to pose the next question to Lee Park Tae-joon.
I hid my trembling hand beneath the podium. Then, stooping slightly, I pulled two items from the inner pocket of my suit jacket. One was a cheap sticker of a smiling emoticon, the other a small can labeled ‘Nareul Masyeo’.
I popped the top of the can. Then, I dipped the smiley sticker into the liquid, soaking it through.
“…Ah. Before I answer, may I say something to the
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