“Oh my, are these your friends, young miss?”


    As they stepped inside the mansion, a middle-aged woman greeted Seoyeon and Jiyeon warmly.@@@@


    Young miss?


    Both of them glanced at Seohui, who looked visibly flustered.


    “Come on, you’re joking, right? If you say it like that, people might misunderstand,” Seohui protested awkwardly.


    “Oh dear.”


    The middle-aged woman chuckled softly, her gaze shifting between Seoyeon and Jiyeon.


    She clearly knew who they were, having been aware of Seohui’s everyday life.


    “Don’t you have a dog?” Seoyeon asked.


    “A dog? Why?”


    “Houses like this usually have a pet, like a dog.”


    “What kind of stereotype is that?”


    Grumbling, Seohui seemed a bit embarrassed by the comment.


    Han Seoyoung couldn’t help but laugh at her reaction. She had known Seohui for years, but this was the first time she had seen her bring friends home.


    To be precise, there had been occasional visits in the past, but none recently.


    Even back then, the atmosphere was different.


    Seohui had kept more of a wall around herself, but now, she seemed much more relaxed—like a normal girl her age.


    Always mindful of her image, Seohui now appeared more like a typical teenager.


    ‘Maybe it’s because they’re friends who share her work.’


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