Uijae continued speaking, stubbornly.

“You said you’re managing that place too, Aunt Seok-jeong.”

“That’s right.”

“If it’s okay….”

“It’s fine, but let’s do it another day. Not today.”

“Huh? Why—?”

Her gaze shifted to Haeun, sprawled on the sofa and rolling around with the puppies. Ah. Setting the juice cup on his thigh, Uijae tidied Haeun’s messy hair. As soon as his hand touched her, she burst into laughter.