As the two approached, Ham Seok-jeong smiled warmly.

“You’re here. The suit looks good on you.”

Uijae didn’t respond, simply bowing his head. It was better to keep quiet in public settings—a survival tip Ham Seok-jeong had taught him. She patted the seat to her right. Uijae, without much thought, moved to sit where she indicated. However—

His arm was suddenly grabbed. A hand in leather gloves held him firmly.

*What the…?*

Rather than sitting down, Sayoung tilted his head and crossed his arms, his posture clearly showing displeasure.

“Such consideration… assigning our seats like this.”

“I arranged it with …