At the Sung Manor, Choi Minho is sitting opposite Sung Jun in Sung Jun's study. The two of them are aware of the ears that are glued on the door.
"No matter what they do, they can't hear us," Sung Jun mutters with a hint of irritation in his tone. "I don't know when they will grow up."
Even Sung Soo-Han is standing outside the study room's door. Out of his nine sons, Sung Soo-Han is the only one who has taken the same path that he had.
"They are curious about what I said earlier," Choi Minho laughs nervously. "I should have opened my mouth after coming into the study room."
"I understand your excitement." Sung Jun sighs. "It's my children who are stuck in a juvenile mindset."
Well, his wife isn't any better. Sometimes, he wonders if he's raising eleven children in this house.
"Don't say those words in front of Noona." Choi Minho snickers. "She will escape to the lower worlds again."
