After listening to Yueul’s explanation, Wooheon pressed his lips together.
As much as he hated to admit it, the information was undeniably good.
Despite seeming like he’d been chatting aimlessly, Yueul had managed to extract an impressive amount of details—enough to narrow down the group’s actions significantly, save for their exact location.
Wasn’t it just during lunch that he’d had nothing to show?
And yet now, the information was so precise it was easy to identify the group’s operations.
It was enough to make Wooheon understand why Yueul had resorted to his absurd ‘threats.’
“...So, what do you think?”
“....”
“Mr. Kang?”
“...Well done.”
Wooheon muttered quietly.
Since joining the association, Wooheon had rarely given praise—actually, he hadn’t done it at all.
Apart from the two times he’d begrudgingly complimented Yueul, it had never happened.
Wooheon had never received praise as a child—not until he achieved perfection.
And he had never given it to anyone either.
