The Mad Young Master’s Daily Life Is A Scheme

“Not interested? The son the chairman hid away.”

A skinny body and short height. A pale face with no expression. Dark eyes that followed like he was studying me.

The young master in my memory was like that. So of course I couldn’t recognize him. I had no idea the perfect man in front of me was that kid.

Was his appearance the only thing that changed?

“Do I need to look up to you, Team Leader?” “Sit down. Your eye level is bothering me.”

Sometimes he was petty,

“I want to kiss you.” “We’ve already done it a few times. In my head.”

He was overly honest,

“Just looking at Woojung makes me go crazy.” “Punch me in the jaw. With all your might.”

He was sexy,

“Are you going to use me and throw me away?” “Take responsibility.”

And he was stubborn and reckless.

The young master I met again felt like a boy going through puberty. A half-baked boy standing right in the middle of a rebellious phase.