"Ah? Ge, your stomach is hurting? Is there something wrong with the noodles earlier?" the officers asked in worry.
Tak Jung-Hwa's acting skill was so convincing that even the other men did not think that anything was wrong with it. Only the sharpest officer had a slightly doubtful look on his face, but for fear of ruining Tak Jung-Hwa's plans, he wisely kept his mouth shut and let others do the talk.
Placing his hand on his stomach, Tak Jung-Hwa gave a half-laugh and half-grimace. "It's my fault for putting in so much chili powder earlier…"
Little Guo finally concluded whatever calculation was in his mind and gestured for Tak Jung-Hwa to follow him. "There is a toilet in the back. Come with me, I will take you there."
"Okay," Tak Jung-Hwa chirped with a relieved look on his face.
