The Trashy PD Has To Survive as an Idol

How would I know that?

Of course I knew. You never shut up about green tea lattes—singing “green tea latte, green tea latte” until my ears bled.

“......”

But that was something I could only say in my head.

Joo Woosung, watching my reaction, let his lips curl faintly.

“A little while ago, a new manager suddenly handed me a green tea latte. Not my usual Americano. I thought it was weird and asked why. Turns out, it was from you, Seo Hoyun-ssi.”

“...When did you find out?”

“Hmm, a few months ago?”

So, from the beginning, he’d known I was suspicious.

Our gazes crossed in silence.

I turned away first, raised a hand, and sighed.

“...Let’s go inside. We’ll talk there.”