OH, the kid needs a haircut.
That was what entered Wonyoung's mind while looking at An Baekya who had just finished changing into his pajamas.
The two of them went on a quick shopping spree earlier.
We both need clothes, after all.
Since they only needed temporary clothes while they were staying in the hotel, they just bought stuff from the department store.
"I'll buy you prettier clothes once we're back in Seoul, Baekya."
"It's alright, Uncle Wonyoungie," An Baekya said, sitting on the sofa— next to Wonyoung. "I make cheap clothes look expensive anyway."
Pfft.
Yes, An Baekya was being arrogant.
But he has the face and the charisma to back up his claim.
Moreover…
"I believe you," Wonyoung said while nodding. "After all, you became the global ambassador for several luxury brands, including an Italian fashion house. You were your generation's 'IT boy.'"
"It seems like you've read the entire book about my life story, Uncle Wonyoungie."
