The Algorithm of Fandom is Wrong

The first day I moved into my officetel, the washing machine broke down, coincidentally. The landlord texted me to contact her son because she was on an overseas business trip. Without any suspicion, Lai called the number she received, but [Hey, I told you I have a fucking pretty girlfriend, right? Shit. I need to change my number.] "Yes. Congratulations. That's not why I'm calling..." [So fucking persistent. I'm just going to block you.] After waiting for eight hours, all I got was... blocked? After many twists and turns, Lai finally met the son, who was also her senior in the department, Even in a situation where she deserved an apology, all Dam-un said was. "Ah, that was you? The...