Ming-jeok tilted his head and corrected himself.

“That was not an expression approved by the National Institute of the Korean Language. Let me rephrase it. He’s as mad as hell.”

Uijae rolled his eyes.

‘Of course, he would be….’

This was nothing new—it happened almost every day, so he wasn’t even surprised anymore. Unless Jeong-bin suddenly got angry or Hong Ye-seong came to his senses, Uijae wouldn’t feel alarmed. Instead, he nodded indifferently. In a way, it was reassuring.

‘He’s mad enough, which means he’s fine.’

Honestly, who would want to leave anyone behind? Since he was the only one …