So many misunderstandings, it's just that there's so much more to the pile that there's nothing to worry about.
Gong Tae Gwang.
That man indeed was over forty-eight years old, but his soul was too young.
Everything seems so pointless, nothing can be explained from what happened endlessly.
"Bro, can you speak a little more softly?" Someone laughed, even more loudly laughed at Tae Gwang's intentions who seemed very serious talking to some people too.
"What do you mean?"
"There's nothing to explain anymore, Tae Gwang." Tae Joon, the man very confidently discusses what he needs to emphasize this time.
"I've recapitulated what you're proposing, and I think you're right when I'm done finding out who killed my first son, I'll be right back in search of my daughter, so please don't bother me just yet, Tae Gwang. I lost a lot of money, but this time with the same clarity." Tae Gwang's brows knit together, he's scared.