Minho merely smirked and kept on sipping his drink. Gayoon was still trying to process the marvelous revelation she made.
"I knew it!" she claimed. "No woman can ever tolerate you."
"What?" Minho asked sharply. "No woman can tolerate me? In case you haven't noticed, many want to marry me. I just look at the potential portability of such a match."
"Didn't you make that girl from the park and later the other one from the party cry?" she frowned. "They're pretty rich. You could've gotten a hefty amount of profits from them considering how rich they are."
"I told you," Minho sighed. "I look at a person's determination to earn their own money. Not people who mooch off their parents."
"Yeah yeah," Gayoon shrugged, sipping more from her glass. She was getting a little tipsy and was now more straight forward than she usually was.
"But what about Jina?" she asked bluntly. "She's asking about her mother. Why don't you let them meet?"
