"Ye Rim!" So Kwang Sik passed through the group of MMA wrestlers as if they didn't exist, or rather as if they were mere subjects, keeping their gaze fixed on the singer, "Isn't it a fortunate event that we met again? Although you haven't answered my phone calls before… I'm glad you still remember me."
"Hey! Who does this idiot think he is to interrupt a conversation?" a voice snapped, annoyed, and Ye Rim turned to the group of athletes, realizing their impatience and outrage. Although Kwang Sik was always a gentleman toward her, it was a fact that he behaved like royalty from extinct Joseon. But it was also clear that the group of athletes believed much more in a democracy than in a monarchy.
