FH 3.8

“Therefore, we can file the complaint as early as this afternoon.”

It was Won-hyeop’s office, but Won-hyeop’s voice was not to be heard. Instead of a conversational murmur, only the lawyer's voice filled the room.

Leaning back in his chair, Won-hyeop rested his temple on his hand, his gaze fixed on the table. He had remained taciturn for some time.