The smile drained from Gu Changjin's face. Some kid he'd never met hadn't answered his question; he'd thrown the same one back.

And in front of the Nam sisters, that made it even more galling.

"You don't know who I am?"

Gu Changjin raised his ski pole and aimed the tip at Ha Tae-ung's chest.

The tip didn't touch him, but the gesture itself was a threat.

Ha Tae-ung glanced at the pointed pole thrust at his chest, then met Gu Changjin's eyes squarely.

"If I knew, would I be asking?"

He said it low and calm. However Gu Changjin tried to lean on him, Ha Tae-ung didn't show the slightest flicker of alarm.

He didn't so much as blink.

Instead of getting offended or irritated, he quietly waited for an answer.

Ha Tae-ung's composure only wounded Gu Changjin's pride more.

"I'm Gu Changjin. Of Hyundo."

He pulled back his pole, planted it in the snow and lifted his chin.

One word, Hyundo, was all the introduction he needed.

Hyundo was the third-ranked group in Korea. It was a giant conglomerate, built around cars, with heavy industry, construction and even financial affiliates under it.

Chairman Gu Hoseon's son, Gu Changjin, was nearly as well known in business circles as the group itself.

Gu Changjin expected Ha Tae-ung's attitude to change on the spot.

He'd get flustered and start groveling, or at the very least his tone would turn polite.

Whoooooo.

A cold winter wind scattered powdered snow between the four of them.

But Ha Tae-ung just looked at Gu Changjin without a word.

There was no surprise on his face, no alarm, not even the look of someone searching his memory.

It wasn't as if he didn't know what Hyundo was, either. He didn't even nod to show he'd understood.

The longer Ha Tae-ung's silence stretched, the more Gu Changjin's face twisted.

The Nam sisters didn't say anything either. They were waiting for Ha Tae-ung's next move too.

"And so?"

It came out of Ha Tae-ung's mouth, short. His voice wasn't loud, but the two words made the name Hyundo…