Ja-yeo's eyebrows curved in an "eight" shape. Already dark shadows rested under her eyes, and with her shoulders slumped and neck drawn in, she looked utterly pitiful.

"Hey, why are you killing her spirit like that? Look at how crushed she is."

"What? What did I even do? And who is this kid?"

"Ja-yeo. My daughter."

At that, Jin Jang-myeong's eyes widened. His eyes, visibly shaken, and his half-open mouth looked like he would spill whatever he was drinking if he had a cup.

Then, Jin Jang-myeong asked urgently, practically pouncing with his question.

"Who’s her dad?"

"Me."

"...?"

"Me. …