THAT looks like something that Bae Wonyoung will enjoy.
"Han Myung."
Han Myung, who was sitting in the driver's seat, immediately looked over his shoulder. "Yes, sir?"
Bae Wonyoung pointed at the store across the parking lot.
It was a dessert shop.
"Go and buy some honeycomb ice cream for Bae Wonyoung and the kids," Yun Dujun said while handing his black credit card to Han Myung. "Get one for yourself, too."
Han Myung accepted the black card with both hands. "Thank you, sir. But how about you?"
"Iced coffee for me."
"Noted, sir."
After that, Han Myung got out of the car and quickly crossed the street.
"Daddy?"
Yun Yuhyun, who had just woken up, moved from the backseat to Yun Dujun's side.
"Do you want your computer tablet?"
Yun Yuhyun shook his head, and then the child's face suddenly beamed. "I dreamed of the Northern Lights, Daddy."
Ah.
My son is obsessed with the Northern Lights.
