As Sinyeong vented his frustrations, Sinhui gave a faint smile and gently tried to steer the conversation elsewhere.
“Brother, your tea is getting cold.”
It was a subtle invitation for him to stop pacing and take a seat.
Reluctantly, Sinyeong sat down and drained his cup of lotus tea in one go.
Still visibly agitated, he slammed the empty cup down onto the table, prompting Sinhui to refill it with a calm demeanor.
“Don’t let it get to you so much. She seems... entertaining and lively, don't you think?”
“Entertaining and lively? That’s not what you call entertaining—that’s what you call ‘being a pain in the rear.’”
“Well, I find her rather fascinating.”
“That’s because she’s a rare breed of troublemaker. Even six or seven rowdy boys couldn’t be as chaotic as her.”
Sinyeong emptied his second cup with the same haste as the first, muttering his complaints.
Watching this, Sinhui nodded in agreement.
