Chapter 77
"Nothing’s going to go the way Gu Madam wants anyway."
He would've liked to continue the conversation, but there were guests to receive. With some regret, Mu-gyeong turned his focus to preparations.
He flung the room door wide open and turned off the lights inside. Since the sitting room was still brightly lit, Hongju was swallowed in half-shadowed darkness.
"Should I just stay quiet?"
"Yeah. They think you ran away. Looks like you used to be good at that. They said, ‘knew he’d bolt.’"
A faint sound came from the doorway. Mu-gyeong half-turned and brought his index finger to his lips. At the signal, Hongju hastily dropped the blanket and slipped down under the bed.
"......Honestly."
He really is good at reading the room. Mu-gyeong strolled forward at a leisurely pace.
"You got here quick."
"Doksa said he’d stop by the House to grab the money, so we just came straight here."
Yang Siljang entered first. Behind him came Guppping, with a bruised, blue cheek.
Tch. Looks like they got hit on the same damn side, like they matched with Gu Hongju or something. Mu-gyeong clicked his tongue, staring at Guppping’s bruised mug, as if the man didn’t even remember being the one who dished out the beatings.