Anton did not have a party for one reason; he thought it was tiring, but gathering up his brothers in arms, apparently, was equally troublesome.
He had his hands on his waist, watching the kids in the living room, completely making a mess.
'Ha-joon had three boys for crying out loud!' He silently screamed, watching the three running around, chasing each other, and pulling out the magazines from under the coffee table.
He glared at Ha-joon who was having a hard time managing the three, even with two nannies. He ended up giving a heavy sigh, and he muttered, "Toddlers, Ha-joon. That's what you get for getting too many at the same time."
Iseul came, and then there were two more children. It utterly frightened him. His mother's valuable vases were lying around in the same space.
