Park Joongjin took off his coat after getting in the passenger seat. Head manager Moon started the car, and when he saw the flower-patterned shirt that Joongjin was wearing, he clicked his tongue.

“That’s one peculiar taste you’re stubborn about. Do you wear flower-patterned shirts in winter too?”

“It’s become sort of a habit. I find it surprising too. When I open the closet at home, I find a bunch of Hawaiian-style shirts.”

“It’s good that you’re living young, but you should really wear a neat suit when you’re at a press conference or something. You have the face of a neat middle-aged man, but you always wear a flower-patterned shirt. That’s why people label you as a weirdo.”

“As for you, head manager Moon, you are as naggy as ever.”

“Who other than me will give you any nagging? Everyone’s helpless against you since you might leave on the spot all of a sudden.”

There was probably no one who had a weird job history like Park Joongjin. He worked in finances, then ran his own restaurant, and now he was a film director. He also lived like a nomad...