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... ance day is not until the second day, so I prepare to go to Switzerland at a leisurely pace.

“You should come with us, Mr. Artist.”

Bang Tae-ho suggests to Ma Eun-chan.

“I’m fine, thank you. Hehe.”

His smile, which is always bright, looks a bit bitter.

“This is the event where the artworks sell the best, so it will help your career.”

“I prefer to see the sculpture project, you know. ...

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