She backed off quickly, afraid that saying another word might actually get her fired.
Wooheon glanced back at Gaeun as she ran off in a hurry.
First the weasel, and now even people from the association were walking off before he’d even finished speaking.
He pressed his lips together as he ran a hand through his messy hair.
“Did I turn into a pushover now? Do I really look that easy to mess with?”
He rubbed his fingers together.
On the way to the hospital, he’d repeated to himself over and over.
‘Talk like Mr. Lee, talk like Mr. Lee... Well, not just like him, no—he’s way too soft. I should speak like him, but in a stronger, firmer tone.’
It wouldn’t be easy, but he’d decided to give it a try.
For all he knew, it’d just make him look even weaker, but....
“Damn... I have no idea what I’m supposed to do now.”
He almost wanted to go back to anthropomorph school.
With a short sigh, Wooheon left the hospital.
This ‘gentle scolding’ thing didn’t sit right with him.
