Suho whipped around, staring like she'd grown two heads. Did this girl just try to hijack my system charity funds?
"Cho Rin." His voice grew stern. "I'm not buying these for you. I'm buying them for the kids. And this money isn't even mine. It's the company's charity fund. That means it belongs to everyone—Steel Cup, Horny Princess Interactive, every single worker. If you want to 'repay me,' then do your job well and help me run the company. That's it."
Her cheeks burned. She bowed her head, ashamed. She had only thought about her little orphanage. Mr. Kim was already thinking about building a charity fund to help anyone who needed it.
"…I understand." She looked up again, eyes shining. "Then I'll work even harder. If the company prospers, more people can be helped."
Suho rolled his eyes inwardly. Work harder? I just wanted to buy some beds, not recruit you into the Salvation Army. But he kept quiet and turned back to the trembling shopping guide.
"Write it up."
