"We don't know how to fight like you," said Bong-Cha with her head lowered.
"Bong-Cha! You ordered coffee?" asked Ashma softly.
"Yes," answered Bong-Cha. She was confused about how the talk about fight turned into talk about coffee. What did coffee have to do with anything?
"Was that hot?"
"Yes," replied Bong-Cha. Suddenly a bulb lit on her head. She understood why Ashma was asking about coffee. She wanted her to throw the hot coffee on Dak-Ho and run away from there. "Oh!" exclaimed Bong-Cha.
"Yes, everything can be a weapon if you use your brain," said Ashma.
"Okay, Unni," said Bong-Cha.
"Don't call me that," scolded Ashma. "And why did you never tell your family members that you are being bullied every day in college?"
"Because he is the son of a family friend," replied Bong-Cha.
"So what, he has the licence to harass people?" asked Ashma, angrily.
"You have no idea how powerful they are," said Bong-Cha.
"More powerful than your grandfather?"
