Thinking of this,
Kim Siwoo felt stifled.
To a person,
the greatest harm is not to beat them once, but to ignore them. No matter how long you prepare, punching the air would also make one uncomfortable, signifying that all your efforts are but a joke.
Including the things you do,
and you as a person.
It seems,
I need to think of other methods.
"Chairman, Mr. Park Seon Eun has arrived."
"Mm."
Kim Siwoo collected his emotions.
This time, he doesn't plan to let Ling win so easily; otherwise, where will they, the South Korean chaebol, put their face if they let others handle things and then mess it up?
He can't afford to lose face either.
After all,
in South Korea,
he is backed by the national team.
Arriving downstairs,
he closed the door.
Only two people were left in the room.
"Are you ready?" Kim Siwoo asked hurriedly.
This time,
he had prepared a trump card.
Park Seon Eun,
