Bang Chan

Your father called you to his office. You followed him in. He sat down at his desk and vaguely pointed at a man standing to the side. A dark-haired man with brown eyes, wearing a black leather jacket, black wide jeans, and a tight black turtleneck under his jacket A muscular, tall guy looked at you. a cold and calculating look that assessed and was probably thinking about something right now. His hair hung down to his temples. the usual popular men's haircut. "Honey, this is Bang Christopher Chan. He's your bodyguard. I've gained a lot of fans and competitors who know about you, so you just need to be safe with him." Chan bowed slightly and straightened up, glancing at your father, and then back at you. this man is clearly not talkative.