Mido was upset—both her cheeks were puffed up, and her white skin dyed with red resembled a sticky rice cake. She pouted and looked like a stubborn four year old child.

“Are you that upset?”

“Of course. I wanted to get revenge on him.” Mido growled as she looked at Carlos in the distance.

Park Muyeol almost burst out laughing at Mido’s stubborn tone. It was because Mido was the one who suggested that she face Choi Chuntaek in rock paper scissors. “Still, what can you do? You lost after suggesting it. Kekeke.”

“Groan.”

“So, do you want Chuntaek to lose?”

“Aish, no. Forget it.” Mido’s expression relaxed slightly.

Park Muyeol smiled happily, both corners of his lips curling up. He had always felt that she was an interesting child. “Don't worry. Won’t Chuntaek get revenge for you? Maybe that neck... Cough. I think his limbs will be broken.”

Park Muyeol couldn’t say that he would return that ‘neck’ to Mido. Mido glanced at Park Muyeol before staring straight ahead. “Sigh. Grandpa will handle it?”

“That’s right.

“I’ll be patient since it is Teacher-nim’s words.”

Mido smiled and her eyes...