The voice that rang out so clearly through the silent teahouse was feminine and velvety.
Hyejin turned to see who was calling her and incredibly she had no idea who it was.
Well, she was just a pretty young girl.
Nothing else.
A customer... Maybe?! She had no idea... Well, did new people like that girl have enough money to have someone killed for her? Hyejin charged a lot, it was a good question.
She just ignored the questions in her mind, she was too tired to spend her few functioning neurons on it. She would just go with her destiny.
"Oh, hi… Excuse me."
She nodded sheepishly and turned to leave, but what was most surprising was the grip of a hand on her wrist.
In an ordinary situation she would just turn around and break that person's arm, but that wasn't polite in a teahouse.
It would draw disproportionate and unnecessary attention.
Anyway, Jeon Hyejin could feel her patience slipping away, she wasn't in a good mood at that moment.
