“Hello?”
“Han Ji-woo?” Ji-woo slammed on the brakes, the sudden jolt making her bite her tongue. She cursed under her breath. It was Seo Ki-seok.
“Hello? What do you want?”
“Where is Tae-joon?” A single bead of sweat trickled down Ji-woo’s temple. He knows, she thought. He already knows everything.
Ji-woo frowned, an inexplicable sense of defeat washing over her. A crushing weight settled on her chest, as if shackles were tightening around
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