บท 893: A Disaster Team

Minjun leaned back against the doorframe, arms crossed and eyes narrowed, as Lena tried to look for the right words. 

The room plunged into silence, leaving only the faint hum of the air conditioner in the background. She faced him, trying to compose herself after the embarrassing scene.

"What are you doing here?" Lena asked, her voice sharper than intended.

Minjun cracked one eye open, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Is it safe to look now?" he teased.

Lena flushed, the embarrassment still fresh in her mind. 

"The guards said you were home. You didn't greet me," Minjun said. "So, I came here to confirm it myself." 

"I was tired, son," Lena said, lying through her teeth. 

The odds of landing on that channel, of all things… Lena couldn't believe her luck or lack thereof.

"I mean," Minjun continued, clearing his throat. "If you miss Dad, you can just get back together. You have his number."