The Crazy Young Master’s Daily Life Is a Scheme
“Don’t you care? The son the chairman kept hidden.”
A gaunt, short frame.
A pale, expressionless face.
Jet-black eyes that followed her as if observing her.
That was the young master she remembered. So, of course, she couldn’t recognize him—that the perfect man standing before her was that boy.
But it wasn’t just his appearance that had changed.
“Am I supposed to look up to you, Chief?”
“Sit down. You’re at eye level, and it’s annoying.”
He was sometimes petty,
“I want to kiss you.”
“I’ve already done it several times. In my head.”
He was overly honest,
“I go crazy just when Ujeong looks at me.”
“Punch me in the jaw. As hard as you can.”
He was lewd,
“Is it all just about using and discarding?”
“I’ll take responsibility.”
He was stubborn.
The young master I met again was like a teenage boy.
An immature teenager standing right in the middle of his rebellious phase.
