‘Editor-in-chief…?’1

Ha Jae-Gun picked up his phone, the smile on his face completely wiped out. In fact, he hadn’t heard from Oh Myung-Suk in a long time. 0

He had just discovered that Oh Myung-Suk and Oh Myung-Hoon were blood brothers. With what had happened to Oh Myung-Hoon, things back at home had become quite unsettling, so Ha Jae-Gun hadn’t been able to contact Oh Myung-Suk first.0

”Why aren’t you answering?” Lee Soo-Hee asked, smoothing out her hair which had become a mess from their playful prance earlier.0

Ha Jae-Gun cleared his throat and then answered his phone. “Hello, editor-in-chief.”0

— Hello, Mr. Ha. The weather’s getting hotter these days. Are you taking good care of your health?0

“Yes, I’m doing great. What about you, editor-in-chief?”0

— Yes, I’ve been doing well too. Thank you for asking.0

As usual, the exchange about their daily lives, but Ha Jae-Gun could detect the exhaustion in Oh Myung-Suk’s voice. Oh Myung-Suk’s strained voice reminded him of a weak wind blowing through a perforated tube.0

— I apologize for not contacting you earlier. I’ve been… really out of it recently.0

“No, editor-in-chief. Please don’t say that.” Ha Jae-Gun turned depressed knowing what had happened. He felt the depression from Oh Myung-Suk influencing him, and he hated the short silence that followed.0

“Please treat me to a meal, editor-in-chief.” Ha Jae-Gun continued in a cheerful voice, “Let’s eat at the pufferfish...0