Secretary K, stop flirting

The redness in Zi Han's eye subsided though it still hurt a little. But that was the least of his worries. He stood there shirtless while staring at his clothes seeming a little dissatisfied.  He wanted to make a good impression on his grandfather thus he picked the most decent looking pair of jeans in the closet.

But now he was at a loss on what to wear on the top half of his body. Lucky for him his mother came to rescue him in time. The door of the cabin slid open and without him even looking in that direction he asked, "Ma, which t-shirt should I wear? Everything in my closet looks unimpressive."

After not getting a response he glanced over only for him to get the fright of his life as he hastily covered up his bare chest. "Who the hell are you?" he yelled when he saw a chubby auntie with a sunny face standing there smiling at him.

"It's me, you can call me auntie Sheila," she said with one hand on her hip posing like a model.

Zi Han, "...."