"What's so special about Hong Heeju, the interpreter, that she never attends the National Assembly wives’ gatherings? My wife’s invited her twice already, and each time she’s ignored it. Isn’t that going too far? Is your wife refusing to participate in any activities as a political spouse?”

“……”

Shit.

Baek Saeon clenched his teeth so tightly his jaw ached, and beside him, Yoon's complexion turned pale as a ghost.

He was holding back an explosion, but before Yoon could step in to intercept, Baek Saeon grabbed the other man by the arm and leaned in to whisper, his tone icy.