Kwon Jung Woo sat on the sofa with a gloomy face, not far to his right was a transparent glass window overlooking the floor below, obviously having witnessed everything that had occurred earlier. At this moment, his eyes slightly squinted, his disapproving gaze scanned Kim Tae-Hee relentlessly, a stark contrast to the nodding and smiling he had done in front of Adrian.
"I'm... sorry..." Tae-Hee bowed deeply, her voice filled with intense nervousness and unease, "But... I left my phone number..."
"That's far from enough!" Kwon Jung Woo's tone was exceptionally stern, pausing, he then sniffed and said, "Did you get his phone number?"
"No... no!" Tae-Hee was startled and immediately raised her head, beginning to panic and defend herself, "I felt... Mr. Cowell doesn't... care about me… so…"
