“Yes, I even wrote the name on top, so why don’t you know! And it’s not chopsticks, it’s sausages.”
Park Seok-hun quietly raised the angle of his elbow and poked Choi Moo-gyeol’s side.
“Yeong-su drew it with all his heart. Just let it go.”
“The body proportions are wrong. It’s grotesque.”
“Don’t nitpick anatomical proportions in a drawing by an eight-year-old.”
Then he spoke to the child.
“Haha, you drew it so well. The alien-like thing is exactly Dr. Choi Moo-gyeol himself.”
“……Dr. Park Seok-hun? What did you just say?”
“I-it’s not an alien!”
Yeong-su, seemingly annoyed, tried to take the drawing back.
“If you don’t like it, I’ll keep it.”
But Choi Moo-gyeol did not let go of the hand holding the paper.
“There’s no law that says you can take back a gift once given.”
“You said you didn’t like it…….”
“I never said I didn’t like it.…
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