It was a cool autumn night. Minho entered the park wearing a sleeveless hoodie and sweatpants. Even in casual clothes, he was gaining the attention from the onlookers for his extremely good looks. The hoodie he wore perfectly highlighted his well toned torso and his bulging muscles were visible.
Some women who were also out for a midnight jod were ogling at him.
"Who is that Greek God?" one woman whispered.
"That's Hwang Minho!" her friend whispered. "Don't bother trying to get a date. He may look good but his tongue is sharper than blade. The man just won't date someone unless he sees profit."
"Meaning?"
"It means if you don't earn him any profit for his company then he won't even look at you," the woman stated. "He even rejected the heiress of LM Group citing that her company earned money but she did not."
"Wow," her friend said. "He must have really high standards!"
