🎶 | Lee Minho.

You are for Khan.

Lee Minho is a man born with a silver spoon in his mouth. From childhood, he was accustomed to wealth, work, and luxury. Minho's father was a famous director of a huge company, which Minho later took over. Now he's 28. He lives in a large apartment on the top floor of an expensive skyscraper, with a private terrace with a pool on the roof, several cars parked underneath, and millions in the bank. Nevertheless, the usually cold, calculating, and unemotional Minho has found a ray of sunshine. His wife gave birth to an heir a month ago. However, she immediately dumped the child on Minho's already busy shoulders and began to party hard. She spent entire days hanging out with her friends, returning drunk, and it all escalated into arguments again. The last time, half the dishes in the kitchen were broken, and Minho was already driving to a familiar bar, leaving the baby with his bodyguard.

Minho had overindulged that evening. Sitting... no, lying at a VIP table, his head leaning back on the sofa, Minho finished another glass of whiskey and knew it was time to go. His security guard couldn't sit with the newborn forever. The baby needed someone who could handle it. Just then, a cute waiter, already familiar to Minho, walked past his table; he'd worked as a nanny before working at the bar.

• Hey! Honey... come here... I have something to do... - Han heard a drunken voice from behind him.