My Dad Is Too Strong

prolog

It's sizzling.

The fried eggs are being cooked in the frying pan.

A girl wearing an apron and a school uniform is busy preparing breakfast.

A wavy black hair that is neither too long nor too short.

Even though she was not yet mature, a girl with a prettier face than most celebrities took off her apron and came out to the living room and stood tall in front of a door seen from the front.

"Whoo."

Take a short breath.

Knock twice.

There is no answer.

The girl opened the door and stared at the man in his mid-20s, who seemed to be sleeping soundly.

"Get up now, Father."

The girl came a little closer.

Then put his lips close to the man's ear, whispered.

"I might be late."

Jump!

The man quickly raised his upper body.

And nodded with an awkward smile.

"He, yes."

The girl grinned, closed the door and went back to the living room.

Left alone, Lee breathed a long sigh.

Dad's contract.

That's.

It dates back two months.