Please Save Me

The middle of the restaurant had been blown wide open.

And not just cracked haphazardly—the floor was caved in where the table had been.

And the person responsible for all that chaos looked completely unfazed.

As if the table she'd just smashed to pieces meant nothing to her,

Dohee noona was simply facing off calmly against the woman in a cheongsam who looked like the owner.

‘…What.’

I'd only been about to take a bite of mala tang. Why did the restaurant look like this?

Just then.

“Um… sunbae.”

Gaeun cautiously nudged my side...