Seok Kang-Ho brought over galbi-tang that he bought for lunch. He then ate with Kang Chan.

“What about the kids?” Kang Chan asked.

“Their eyes are sparkling with the motivation to learn, so they should be worth teaching. I’ve more or less decided what to do in the evening before coming here.”

They finished their meal while talking about school.

“You know where the funeral home is, right?” Kang Chan asked Seok Kang-Ho.

“I’m thinking of going there in a little bit,” Seok Kang-Ho answered while putting the empty plates in a large bag.

“Let’s go together. I’ll just wash up.”

“Are you sure? I talked to Mr. Kim Tae-Jin in the morning, and he said that he doesn’t know how it would go since there are a lot of reporters.”

“Even if so, I don’t think staying here is the right thing to do.”

“Let’s do that.”

“Buy some clothes.”

“Alright.”

When Kang Chan came out of the bathroom after washing his hair, Seok Kang-Ho had prepared a black suit, a shirt, and shoes. The bandages showed through from under his shirt, but it didn’t look that bad.

Kang Chan got in the car that...