"I thought it was you," the man said as they got closer. They were now standing a mere feet away from each other, and his eyes settled on Eun-woo like it brought him so much joy to see him.
"Young Master Namgoong," he said curtly.
"Please, there's no need to be so formal among friends. Call me Ha-joon."
"Then, Young Master Ha-joon. What brings you here?"
Ha-joon's smile grew wider. "Hae-won and I are in town on business, and we happened to hear about a restaurant around here that sells the best soup dumplings. We were hoping to get a meal before leaving."
Eun-woo and Haon both turn to look at the woman standing next to Ha-joon, who hadn't spoken a word until now. She was a cold beauty with dark eyes that bored into the two men in an almost calculated manner.
"It's nice to meet you, Young Lady Namgoong," Haon greeted with a polite smile.
Hae-won nodded. "You as well."
