“Aigoo, you’ve arrived earlier than we expected. We were about to explain the situation. Hahaha.” The Deputy Minister of the Ministry of Culture scanned the room anxiously and laughed awkwardly while scratching the back of his head.1

Ha Jae-Gun’s gaze passed the deputy minister and laid on the assistant secretary sitting next to him. The assistant secretary couldn’t look Ha Jae-Gun in the eye. He avoided Ha Jae-Gun’s eyes as much as possible, feeling guilty for causing an unwelcoming situation for Ha Jae-Gun.0

‘Just what is happening here.’ Ha Jae-Gun looked back at Lin Minhong. Lin Minhong was stunned as well, as he didn’t think that Ha Jae-Gun would appear at this meeting either.0

Just then, the person with the answer stepped into the hall. “I’m sorry for being late; I needed to go to the toilet.”0

“…?” Ha Jae-Gun’s eyes widened even before he turned around. His body instinctively became heavy. He recalled meeting that person once at his older sister’s wedding, but the memory was still vivid in his mind. 0

“Why are you all standing around, not taking a seat?” The fourth-term assemblyman, Kwon Sung-Deuk’s voice, boomed shamelessly.0

Ha Jae-Gun finally realized what was going on. He had just become a pawn in Kwon Sung-Deuk’s game. This could be easily inferred upon seeing how Lin Minhong was flustered and how the assistant secretary couldn’t raise his head. 0

‘The world is small indeed.’ Ha Jae-Gun almost laughed out in front of...0