Sung Kyung took another step closer and stood very close to Lee Yong.
Even though they looked intimate and close to the spying eyes, her words aimed to hurt Lee Yong. She made sure her voice was soft so that no one but the people standing close to them heard her words.
She picked a thread Lee Yong got on his t-shirt. She smothered the wrinkle on the sleeve and straightened it up.
The entire reception lobby was curious and trying hard to catch a word, but so far, they had all spoken only softly, to their annoyance.
No one insults her family and expects to walk away unscathed from her fury. Vindictiveness burned bright in her.
Sung Kyung smirked as she dropped a bomb, knowing very well how it would hurt him the most. "Search for your missing little brother? How is it coming along? Any news on him?"