GARAM was a little stressed out.
He had been involved in fundraising events recently for the organizations and foundations that he was running.
But the world of the truly rich was truly different.
"What's wrong, Garam-ah?"
Garam lifted his head and met Gong Hanseo's worried eyes.
Yeah, for today's day off, he visited his friend's house. He brought Seulgi to play with Seong Hyesu— Gong Hanseo's baby, who was about to turn one-year-old soon.
That's also one of the reasons why I'm here— to help Hyung with the birthday planning.
"I want to rant about rich people, but that would make me a hypocrite because I'm married to a chaebol," Garam said, sighing while shaking his head. "I can't hate the rich when my husband is one of the richest people in the country."
"But you weren't born a chaebol. You've lived as a normal person until you married Sihyuk-ssi," Gong Hanseo said. "Go ahead. Rant to me. I won't judge you. The kids aren't here to listen, so you can even curse if you want."
