Myo answered the phone without checking who the caller was. She raised her voice in annoyance, swearing, “I told you I’m done talking about this case, damned bugger…”

- Choi Mi-Na. It’s me.

“Uh?” Myo quickly lowered her voice. It had been a while since she heard this person’s voice over the phone, but she clearly recognized who he was. “Choi Ji-Ho?”

- I certainly am happy to hear your voice and learn that you still have no manners.

“Kekeke, why? Want to be called oppa?”

- I refuse. Just thinking about it gives me goosebumps.

“Good choice.”

Myo, better known as Choi Mi-Na, smiled and made herself comfortable on a pillar above Banpo Bridge.

- Your relationship with the Special Police Force’s leader seemed to be the same as before.

“It’s none of your business. Just because you initially helped doesn’t mean you deserve to meddle. You know that, right?

- Mi-Na. It’s not that I don’t know how much you hate villains, but…

“Why do all men act the same? I’ll hang up if you’re going to nag. Tell me the main point in three seconds. Three...”

- I’m thinking of using one of the three wishes.

“Glad to hear that. Go ahead and tell me.”

As Mi-Na calmly continued the call with Ji-Ho, she gradually frowned. After ending...