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Chapter 8
Part 3. Article 1, Section 2. Friendship Is Always a Plausible Excuse, No Matter the Situation “Songi?” “…” “You sulking?” “…” “Songi-Song Iho.” “Hey.” Putting on a deliberately menacing scowl, Iho whipped around. “I told you not to cling to me.” He was angry, that much was true. But there was a bigger reason. Am I going to get hard at the office, too…? At home, he at least had morning wood as an excuse, and luckily the only witness was Cha Mingyu, who didn’t think anything of it. But if it happened at the office, he’d be socially buried. Buried.
