“What do you think I should do about my business?” Kang Dae-Kyung asked in response to Kang Chan’s question about what he should do.

Kang Chan silently looked back at his father. The first answer that came to mind was, “Whatever you want,” since he genuinely hoped Kang Dae-Kyung would do what he really wanted and not be stressed worrying about this and that.

Was this how Kang Dae-Kyung wanted to reply to Kang Chan’s question?

Kang Dae-Kyung smiled, and a look flashed across his face as if he suddenly remembered something.

“Oh! There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask. Is it okay for you to speak down to the employees? They seem to be older than you from what I saw,” he said.

“Ah! That!”

Kang Chan could never tell the truth about that.

“It’s intentional. We’ve been practicing talking this way to each other because I’m higher ranked than them. We’re trying to get used to it since I often meet the French ambassador and other countries’ agents.”

“I suppose that seems necessary,” Kang Dae-Kyung agreed, nodding at the sorry excuse Kang Chan gave. “But still, make sure you’re...