"Hurry, help me hold his right side!"
A taxi screeched to a stop at the roadside. Cho Rin staggered under Kim Suho's weight—his entire body sagged against her like a sack of rice. She was about to collapse when Jo Hee darted over.
"Got him. Let's go," Jo Hee said, propping me up from the other side.
Cho Rin checked her phone. "This way. Elder Brother Choku sent me his address."
As they half-dragged, half-carried him along, Jo Hee muttered, "Seriously, why'd you insist on drinking?"
"I didn't know two bottles of fruit beer would take him down! Who collapses after juice with bubbles?" Cho Rin hissed, her voice a mix of panic and disbelief.
"Clearly, your boss." Jo Hee sighed. "I wanted to test him, not kill him. Those meat rolls were still in the pot, too. Such a waste."
At the Stairs
"Assistant Cho, what happened?" Son Choku rushed over, grocery bag swinging from one hand. He froze at the sight of his boss slumped between two young women.
