“Give me your number before you go.”
Blocking Ha-hyeon’s escape route, Kang-Woo placed his hand against the wall. Ha-hyeon tilted his head, pretending he hadn’t understood.
“Your bank account number? Don’t we pay outside?”
“Your phone number.”
Kang-Woo replied as if it were obvious. Ha-hyeon averted his gaze from Kang-Woo’s confidence. Just like…