“How much further do we need to go?” Park Sinhye grumbled.

She was pouting this whole time.

Moon Jungah gave her a glance before taking out her phone.

“This thing says there’s not long left until the orphanage,” Jungah said while waving her phone.

“And how many meters is that? Don’t tell me it’s in kilometers?”

“If you want to know so badly, then look it up yourself.”

“I don’t have the energy to.”

“I told you we should grab a taxi. Who was it that persistently said we should embrace the air of the countryside and take a walk instead?”

“I didn’t know it would be so far.”

Sinhye put down the luggage and readjusted her backpack. Her backpack was huge, making her look like a snail, and she was even holding bags in both hands as well.

“I told you it was excessive when we set off.” Jungah put her hand out, intending to share some of her load.

Sinhye shook her head.

“I’m going to carry this all the way there and show off that I brought all of it there. Also, the more presents the better, my dad said so.”

Even as she grumbled, it seemed that Sinhye was the one who looked out for the children the most.

Jungah snatched some of Sinhye’s luggage anyway. Sinhye glared at her, signaling her to not take her merit away.

“I’ll say that you...