He was staring at her in shock. Was he dreaming again?
"P-punk?" he asked incredulously.
"Yes you, punk!" she sneered. He was shocked at her words. No one had ever called him a punk before. Did he look like one at all? He was Hwang Minho, the richest man in the country!
"You-" he began but she was not listening to him.
Instead she turned to the crowd and yelled, "Is this a TV drama? Why are you all still standing here? Go and mind your own business! Let the police handle it!"
The crowd was taken aback by the detective's crass attitude. Grumbling to themselves, they slowly disbursed. Minho's shock subsided and it was replaced with mild irritation.
"Listen, you're misunderstanding! I did not-"
But his protests were drowned by Miyeon's cries. She grabbed Gayoon's wrist and sobbed, "This man just could not take a rejection! I-I only politely turned him down but he pushed me so hard! Look, my knee got scraped…"
