Deep down, the secrets behind the fog are emerging.

The woman president returned to the mansion late at night, changed her professional suit and wore a shirt, and she saw the young man's assistant standing at the door of the study, and he was supposed to leave because of a document that was left late at night, and the light was dark, and she was walking in close proximity to his collar, and her finger accidentally touched his collar, breathing close to his ear, and the assistant looked down at her, and she looked at her, and she looked at her, and she was smiling, and she got close and separated, and the atmosphere in the air suddenly warmed up, and she turned to her drink cup, and the assistant came up with a little hand on her waist, and the light was on her side, and the relationship got completely out of control, deep in the fog.