(Hmph, you must have a taste of rejection before you back down, why even bother?)
Watching the disappearing figure, Exterminator Thirteen felt smug.
(Hmm, where is he going?)
But he noticed that the figure seemed to be going in the wrong direction.
Before long, he was dumbfounded.
That's because Ree Shil brought back a pair of chopsticks.
Moreover, he simply stopped talking and started eating.
(What the hell!)
Exterminator Thirteen took a look and realized something was off.
This young lad seemed to be an existence that couldn't be ignored!
If he eats his own food, what will he eat?
No food, it's easy to get drunk!
He has important things to do tonight and can't be drunk!
"What do you want to do in the end?"
Out of helplessness, Exterminator Thirteen finally spoke.
Pa.
Instead of answering, Ree Shil slapped the wrinkled and reopened Recommendation Letter on the dining table.
He had just read the letter himself and understood the gist of the matter.
