"So — what's Chang-jong been up to lately?"

Sang-jong glanced over at Seong-ho and asked.

Everyone at the table knew Chang-jong had been coming to Seong-ho often.

"He comes to me a lot recently, but I'm not sure what he's doing myself."

Crash!

Just as Seong-ho's answer ended, Tak-hyeon slammed his fist down on the dining table.

"Don't even think about covering for that bastard. Kim. Deliver it to him — plainly. If he doesn't come down from the presidency quietly, I'll file a formal complaint against him myself."

Seong-ho set down the spoon and chopsticks he was holding and bowed his head toward Tak-hyeon as he answered.

"Yes. I'll deliver it clearly."

Clatter!

"There goes my appetite. I'm getting up."

Mun-jong and the others rose from the table in Tak-hyeon's wake.

"Why aren't you eating more?"

Suk-ja, left alone at the table, looked up at Tak-hyeon and said —

"If you don't eat because Chang-jong displeases you, you're the only one who loses."

"You're the one who bore such a bastard in your belly — your stomach must be empty. You eat plenty."

And he turned right around and left.

Once Tak-hyeon had gone up to the study, Suk-ja hurled her spoon down.

Clatter!

"Mother."

Hyeon-ju Bang looked at Suk-ja with worried eyes.

Suk-ja shot Sang-jong a glare and rose from her seat.

"Did you drink your common sense along with your soup? Why bring that boy up now?"

Being scolded, Sang-jong pouted as if he'd been wronged and said —

"I mean, someone was going to ask, weren't they? I got unlucky and drew the short straw — what did I do wrong?"

Suk-ja glared at Sang-jong and turned her head away.

"Forget it. What's the point of talking to you…"

Suk-ja let out a pitying sigh and turned to Seong-ho.

"He's still coming to you about that stocks or whatever?"

"That's…"

Seong-ho couldn't answer and dipped his head. At which Gyeong-eun, beside him, cut in.

"Don't try to scold him. My oppa is the one showing up unannounced. What, then? Should we lock the door on him?…