Thinking about the Mercedes-Benz van driving away from Seoul, the capital of Korea.
Even with Yang Hao's reassurances, truly watching the scenery constantly changing out of the car window,
Li Hyo-eon, sitting in the passenger seat, inevitably felt anxious again.
"Ouba~~!"
"Do you think... mom and dad might scold us?"
Recalling how, over the years, her parents had placed all their hopes on her, yet she had silently given up a coveted career everyone else envied.
Even with a thousand reasons, in the countryside,
in the eyes of some parents with deeply ingrained ideas, abandoning such a career is unfilial.
"Don't worry!"
"Just leave everything to me."
Li Hyo-eon's anxiety reminded Yang Hao of the scene when he went home with Xu Bingbing.
What was this compared to that?
Compared to the scene with Xu Weiguo fiercely wanting to attack him with a knife, going home with Li Hyo-eon was nothing to worry about.
It was just Li Hyo-eon frightening herself.