Minho raised his eyebrows. The detective was addressing him informally. Gayoon was mortified at this revelation. Hwang Minho was Jina's father?
She tried to picture the cheerful and lively girl with this cold man. How did they even remotely resemble each other? It was the biggest mystery she had even encountered. The mental image of a hyperactive Jina driving Minho crazy popped up into her mind, making her inadvertently chuckle.
"Why are you laughing?" he frowned.
"Nothing!" she said at once. "So you are...Jina's father."
"Yes," he replied. "And I want to talk to you about her. Shall we head to the bar and discuss?"
"Uhh...sure," she said. He led the way towards the sangrila station where the bartender attended to them, handing them a menu.
"What would you like to order sir and madam?" he asked politely.
"A vodka on the rocks for me," Minho ordered. "What about you?"
