Chapter 316
Pulling a cap down low that I’d hurriedly bought in the underground mall at Express Bus Terminal Station, I walked toward where the billboard had been hung.
Ding!
[Why did you come here?]
“Because I’m curious.”
About who the guy was who said I owed him money.
At first, when I saw the message saying I’d borrowed money and should pay it back, I brushed it off as fans’ playful affection. You know, with the nuance of “so contact me.”
But as time went by, the phrase “Hoyun, pay me back. And contact me.” rustled in my head.
It felt strangely familiar, like a tone I knew.
Then, all of a sudden, I remembered my manager’s call during the filming of Dead after Hope, saying someone had come looking for me.
Back then there had been so many people trying to reach me that, honestly, it was more likely to be nothing—but I decided it needed checking, so I casually asked my manager.
“Manager, did anyone come to see me?”
“Who? The CEO?”