Ming-jeok tilted his head and corrected himself.
âThat was not an expression approved by the National Institute of the Korean Language. Let me rephrase it. Heâs as mad as hell.â
Uijae rolled his eyes.
âOf course, he would beâ¦.â
This was nothing newâit happened almost every day, so he wasnât even surprised anymore. Unless Jeong-bin suddenly got angry or Hong Ye-seong came to his senses, Uijae wouldnât feel alarmed. Instead, he nodded indifferently. In a way, it was reassuring.
âHeâs mad enough, which means heâs fine.â
Honestly, who would want to leave anyone behind? Since he was the only one who could move, it was natural for him to act. As Yi-jae confirmed Sa-yeongâs safety, his thoughts wandered elsewhere.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âThat guyâs always grumpy. But whenever I say anything, he complains about being hurt.â
The worry, sympathy, and longing he felt for Sa-yeong dissipated instantly. Instead, irritation filled the space. Uijae squatted in front of Ming-jeok.
âWhatâs he doing?â
âHeâs returned to the guild. According to Hunter Jeong-bin, he was the last to regain consciousness, and even after waking up, his condition wasnât great.â
Damn it. Uijaeâs face twisted in frustration. Just when he felt ready to be annoyed, Sa-yeong made him feel sorry for him again. Sa-yeong would always be like thatâfrustrating, pitiful, and someone Uijae always worried about. Heâd forever remain Uijaeâs painful weakness. Ming-jeok adjusted his sunglasses.
âDonât worry. Heâs perfectly fine now. Heâs likely already received the situation report and will take action soon.â