His father’s words about showing weakness to others leading to being taken advantage of weren’t wrong after all.
「If you spoke to people in such a kind voice... you’d probably be quite popular.」
Popular or not, Wooheon didn’t care as long as the work got done.
He wasn’t trying to become a celebrity.
This was about improving his personality for the sake of his position, so what did being kind have to do with it?
Did Yueul want him to turn into an idiot? Or even worse, a walking punching bag?
Wooheon clicked his tongue, his face turning sharp as he frowned.
He couldn’t make sense of this situation.
* * *
In the empty interrogation room, Wooheon sat with his arms crossed.
Yesterday, he’d followed Yueul’s methods, but the anthropomorph hadn’t uttered a word.
Yet the moment Yueul entered, the previously despondent anthropomorph began talking.
“...What’s so different about him?”
‘Did he seriously... jerk him off in the shower or something?’
