"I'm at the same party as you!" Mr. Han practically shouted, frustration lacing his words.
Jiho's eyes flicked toward the hall, her mind already calculating. She lowered the phone, her smile fading slightly as she glanced back at the Su brothers, who were watching her with a mixture of curiosity and barely concealed irritation. Something about Mr. Han's frantic tone had them on edge. And now, Jiho couldn't shake the feeling that something deeper was brewing beneath the surface.
With a sigh, she put the phone back in her pocket and looked at the brothers. "It seems like I'm needed inside," she said casually, but her mind was already racing, trying to piece together what was really going on.
