Dongho was sat in front of his desk, doing some work on his computer.

His eyebrows were furrowed, and a cigarette was resting in his hand. It seemed like he was usually quite stressed, which meant he went through a lot of cigarettes.

A sound outside of the doors made his eyes glance up away from his screen. He assumed someone came, as a couple of his men were usually outside to make sure no one just barged in.

Soon enough, one of his men came in, with a clear hand print on his cheek, seemingly from receiving a slap to the face.

“There's someone that came to see you.„

Dongho didn't respond at first, though the corner of his lips seemed to twitch upwards. He knew very well who it was that came to visit, and he just gestured for his men to let the person in.