"Isn't it mannerless of a married woman to be seen in a private room with an unmarried man, dressed like she's in desperate need of a winter cuddle? Or is this the new dress code for a mating call?" Ni-Na's eyes lowered to her protruding cleavages.
Ji-A's hand subconsciously travelled to her chest, and Ni-Na couldn't help but chuckle.
"He's my-" Ji-A slurred.
"Yes, say it. He's your-?" Ni-Na urged her. She tsked and shook her head when Ji-A failed to continue her words.
"I'll help you. The word is step son. He's your stepson, not your friend, or fiance. He's your stepson and nothing more."
"You-" Ji-A gritted. She hated being addressed as In-Ha's mother-in-law.