Apart from the time he saw him cry bitterly when his grandfather passed away, he had never seen this tough guy shed a tear in front of him, no matter how hard things got.
He had always been a real man who could carry any burden that came his way from childhood to adulthood.
Yet, now he cried over a small bruise on his chest. Was it because he was getting old?
Yes, It must be because he was getting old.
Sun Joon Ho didn't know how to console him. He stood up and paced around the tiny living room. He caught sight of children singing on TV and had a brilliant idea.
He dashed into the bedroom, retrieved a file folder, and returned to stand in front of Sun Joon Ho's father, who was staring at the floor intently.
"Dad, didn't I recently take a job at Jin Hwa's place? That's how I met him."
