Nakashima Wataru squints his eyes on his daughter. "I get it. You don't have to tell me more about Choi Minho."
Wakana has been talking nonstop about Choi Minho. He can't help but feel jealous of this man. Why is this man suddenly more important to his daughter than him? He's still her father. Shouldn't she give him some face? And he hasn't forgotten the male undergarments that he had seen in her bedroom. Youths are too fast these days whether it's about getting married or sleeping before marriage.
Alright, he understands that time has changed and his three daughters are grown up. But he is still their father. He should be more important than some guy.
"Father, he's really amazing." Wakana's eyes curve into crescent moons when she smiles. "I must have saved the country in my past life."
Her father clicks his tongue, feeling sour in his heart. None of his daughters has ever shown happiness about having him as their father.
