Mr. Jeon sighed for the 1,789th time in the last five minutes, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose like he was singlehandedly carrying the sins of mankind.
His entire aura screamed one thing—
"I'm ready to file a lawsuit against your existence"
Meanwhile, me? I cleared my throat and smiled like the angel I clearly was. I tilted my chin up, channelling saint mode.
"I hope the misunderstanding is cleared?" I said, voice as soft as a lullaby, practically glowing like I'd just descended from heaven with wings and a harp.
Grandpa Jeon coughed too. And then—
"Mianhe…"
Hold up—DID HE JUST APOLOGIZE?
I blinked three times, waiting for someone to yell "JUST KIDDING, GET OUT." But no. It was real. Grandpa Jeon apologized.
I froze. Then blinked again. Then smirked.
If grandpa Jeon had just said sorry… does that mean I won?
I WON?!
Mr. Jeon, however, wasn't here for my Oscar-winning performance.
