The Man Who Crosses the Line

A loyal subordinate died. The guy had a daughter who just turned twenty, and he had been excited to finally meet her in a week. He said that she didn’t know what he looked like because he hadn’t seen her since she was very young and she hadn’t been given a photo of him. “Who are you, Ahjussi?” “Me? I’m your dad.” “You don’t look like me at all.” “…—’s friend.” “Tell my dad this: ‘I don’t need your money.’ That’s what I came out here to say.” Twenty-year-old Han Yeoreum, a college student, gathered all the money sent by her gangster biological father and only used the money she earned through her scholarship and her part-time job. In front of her, a man named Jeong Haegun appeared like a calamity. “Ahjussi, I made it clear that you shouldn’t cross the line. 1,000 won for every time you cross it.” “What, so if I cross it, you want me to give you 1,000 won?” Haegun chuckled and pulled out his wallet. He took out a bank note and mischievously waved it in the air. “What should I do, Yeoreum? Looks like I’ll be crossing it more than ten-thousand times with this.” A romance with her dad’s suspicious and needlessly affectionate friend.