Hugo’s children grew quickly. As fast as they grew, their fandom of Lee Gun grew faster. Their fandom was high enough to pierce the sky. It was enough to surprise their parents and the people around them. For example…

Boom!!!!

“Sungjae!!”

“Young master! Are you ok?!”

The three-year-old Sungjae was clumsy. He frequently banged his head against the wall by mistake.

“My god! That sound was incredibly loud. Are you ok? Sungjae…?”

Hugo ran toward Sungjae, but the sight of his son surprised him. “Is he crying or not?”

Despite having a large lump on his head, Sungjae was hiccuping while holding in his tears. No, he was crying, but was forcing himself to laugh. It could make one feel sorry for him.

“Good. I didn’t cwhy! Lee Gun-nim can still come bwack!”

“W-Why is he being like this? Lee Gun-nim? What are you talking about?”

Lee Jaewon started to sweat. “That is… He kept crying so much that we told him Santa won’t bring Lee Gun-nim back if he kept crying….”

“Ah….”

On the day of Christmas, Hugo and Lee Jaewon had dressed up as Santa and Rudolph, Hugo being Rudolph. That wasn’t all.

“Dad! Dad!”

“Hurry up and pway it! Pway it! That, that!”

“Again?” Hugo put on the video of Lee Gun on his phone and sighed. “You two probably account for one-fourth of the views on those videos.”

Chun Yooha was seven years old, and Chun Sungjae was three. The...