He stumbled after her; whether it was because she was a black mamba or the Kang family was simply freakishly strong, he couldn’t pry her hand off his wrist.
“Next—clothes.”
“But I don’t have any mon— Uh, I mean... I don’t got money.”
“You do now.”
Woohui lifted the card Wooheon had given him, a halo practically lighting behind her.
Yueul scratched his head with an embarrassed laugh, already worrying if it was okay to spend it in such a reckless manner.
She handled the payment at the counter, but even he could tell the salon was expensive.
In the back, the staff were tossing around names of big agencies and celebrities while talking reservations.
“Are you sure we can really spend like this?”
“Our family’s loaded. This is nothing.”
“Ah....”
For them, spending a few hundred dollars was the equivalent of buying a cheap burger with fries.
After letting out a long sigh, Yueul fastened his seatbelt.
The face faintly reflected in the window still felt like a stranger.
