Cheon Sol looked as if he’d been struck. His wide eyes trembled.
A smirk played on Oh Joomin’s lips, a clear mark of his satisfaction. Casually, he glanced at his wristwatch.
“It’s already four o’clock,” he said. “Time for you to head home, don’t you think?”
Cheon Sol bowed stiffly and turned to leave.
As he waddled away, his small shoulders began to shake. A pitiful tremor ran through his tiny frame with every step.
The glares that shot
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