A low grunt, followed by footsteps, came from the direction of Ji-Won's bedroom.
Without having to look, Su-Jin already knew what those sounds meant. Ji-Won had woken up. And not only that, but in just a few seconds, he was about to come close enough to see her sitting on his sofa and going through his personal things.
Being hit with that shameful realization, Su-Jin almost flung the album in the air.
With her mind being a total blank, She hastily got up, tossing the object to the side. Then she bravely turned around in order to face the house owner's wrath.
Being discarded like it was a hot potato, the album eventually reached the far end of the sofa, where it landed with a soft thud. At the same time, a deep, hoarse voice called Su-Jin's name weakly.
"Miss… Park?"
"Director Kang, you're awake!" Su-Jin chirped.
The pitch of her voice was slightly off and, when she continued to speak, her voice trembled in nervousness.
