-Seoul South Korea-
Sitting in his study, leaning back and covering his eyes with his arms, Kim Jae exhaled harshly several times. He really couldn't understand his father's mindset.
How can the old man now delegate all his work to Kim Jae. Kim Jae knows that Mr. Kim Jaerim is old, but why did all the work be delegated to Kim Jae?
Kim Jae gasped in surprise when he felt the cold touch his cheek skin. Immediately he got up. It was true that the chills signaled the arrival of an astral being, and now he felt it.
Kim Jae glared at the creature that had just interrupted his daydreaming activities. Who else if not the son of his brother, Kim Tae Kyung.
"Drink first, Samchon! I think you've been working too hard lately so your face is dull like that," Tae Kyung said, still pressing the cold can on his uncle's cheek. Really want him to die.
*Samchon = Uncle
