When Kang Chan arrived at the specialty coffee shop at 11 am, Kim Hyung-Jung was already sitting near the terrace and had opened the door of the smoking room.

He was wearing a gray suit and a shirt, but he still had scars all over his face. On his left index finger, he was wearing a cast.

“Mr. Manager!”

“Mr. Kang Chan!”

Kang Chan felt pity and worry, but he felt happiness first and foremost when he saw Kim Hyung-Jung.

“Aren’t you straining yourself too much?” Kang Chan asked.

“I’m okay. It doesn’t feel right to stay hospitalized for this kind of wound.” Kim Hyung-Jung raised his index finger that was in a cast.

“What do you want to drink? My treat,” Kang Chan suggested.

“Let’s order when Mr. Seok Kang-Ho gets here.”

That wasn’t a bad idea.

Just as Kang Chan sat down, Seok Kang-Ho got out of the taxi and walked toward them.

“Have you ordered yet?” Seok Kang-Ho asked Kang Chan.

“No. Order coffee for me.”

“Mr. Seok Kang-Ho, I hate to ask, but could you get me coffee as well? I’m injured and can’t move very well,” Kim Hyung-Jung requested.

“Of course, don't worry about it,” Seok Kang-Ho gave a straightforward answer, then walked to the counter to order.

“I’ve talked with Kim...