Where are you going? I'm on my way out, so get in. I'll drop you off at your part-time job.

The person who followed their mother into this vast mansion always seemed somewhat intimidated, yet their eyes remained fiercely sharp. Watching them about to walk into the rain clutching an old umbrella that looked ready to snap, Siheon smoothly rolled down the passenger window.

The face biting its lip, as if his kindness was still offensive, was quite a sight. Siheon let out a low chuckle and opened the car door.

Is riding in my car really that terrible?