The Man Who Crosses the Line

A loyal subordinate died.

The guy had a daughter who just turned twenty, and he had been excited to finally meet her in a week.

He said that she didn’t know what he looked like because he hadn’t seen her since she was very young and she hadn’t been given a photo of him.

“Who are you, Ahjussi?”

“Me? I’m your dad.”

“You don’t look like me at all.”

“…—’s friend.”

“Tell my dad this: ‘I don’t need your money.’ That’s what I came out here to say.”

Twenty-year-old Han Yeoreum, a college student, gathered all the money sent by her gangster biological father and only used the money she earned through her scholarship and her part-time job.

In front of her, a man named Jeong Haegun appeared like a calamity.

“Ahjussi, I made it clear that you shouldn’t cross the line. 1,000 won for every time you cross it.”

“What, so if I cross it, you want me to give you 1,000 won?”

Haegun chuckled and pulled out his wallet. He took out a bank note and mischievously waved it in the air.

“What should I do, Yeoreum? Looks like I’ll be crossing it more than ten-thousand times with this.”

A romance with her dad’s suspicious and needlessly affectionate friend.