‘My ‘fault?’’
How could this be the same weasel who had cry like a baby this morning just because he saw a black mamba?
And now, he’s not even afraid? Yueul’s shoulders were somehow squared as he walked toward the meeting room. Wooheon couldn’t help but smirk.
As soon as he stepped into the meeting room, Yueul’s head dropped.
Although Wooheon had thought him brave for a moment, that wasn’t the case. After saying that, Yueul had been filled with fear.
‘I must be crazy. What’s gotten into me?’
He had to fight off the urge to transform into a weasel as he headed to the meeting room.
Saying, “This is your fault,” to his boss? He could feel the stares piercing into him. He shrank away from the attention.
The morning meeting started right at 9 a.m., and the entire anthropomorph rescue team was seated in the room.
Wooheon handed out the organized reports to each team member, who accepted them with familiarity.
