As the two approached, Ham Seok-jeong smiled warmly.
âYouâre here. The suit looks good on you.â
Uijae didnât respond, simply bowing his head. It was better to keep quiet in public settingsâa survival tip Ham Seok-jeong had taught him. She patted the seat to her right. Uijae, without much thought, moved to sit where she indicated. Howeverâ
His arm was suddenly grabbed. A hand in leather gloves held him firmly.
*What the�*
Rather than sitting down, Sayoung tilted his head and crossed his arms, his posture clearly showing displeasure.
âSuch consideration⦠assigning our seats like this.â
âI arranged it with some care. We donât want to put people with unresolved issues next to each other, do we?â
As if to prove her point, Honeybee and Gyu-Gyu were seated at the farthest end of the table, away from Ham Seok-jeong. Gyu-Gyu, upon noticing Sayoungâs gaze, hugged his shoulders and made a pained expression. But after Jung Bin whispered something in his ear, he shrugged and let it go. Honeybee simply glared at them with disdain.
Ham Seok-jeong observed the situation with an amused smile.
âWhy, donât you want to sit closer to someone who hasnât shown up for the past three months? Are you unhappy about that?â
âSince when were we ever closeâ¦? Forget it.â
Sayoung gestured at Uijae with his chin.