In an instant, Han Xiayang’s admiring gaze fell on the little guy in front of him. He gave him a big thumbs-up: "Impressive, really impressive, little one. How is your brain put together?" At his age, he was still a clueless country bumpkin, only focused on studying. But look at this kid! His life is so colorful that Han Xiayang thinks he might not even asure up to him.
Receiving praise from others didn’t elicit any joy from An Jiayou. Instead, he looked at the other party with indifference: "I think our brain construction is probably similar; it’s just that the intelligence cannot be compared."
Silenced again, Han Xiayang couldn’t find words to respond. He glared at the boy with dissatisfaction: "Go, hurry up, be careful not to be late. Your dad will scold you."
Rolling his eyes at the other, An Jiayou felt indifferent. He didn’t need the reminder. He was well aware that his stepdad could be a petty man at tis, especially in certain matters. Tonight, he didn’t know what happened with that couple, but he figured his mom was likely ignoring that man again.
Eventually, An Jiayou begrudgingly left Han Xiayang’s office, looking troubled as he headed towards the CEO’s office upstairs. Along the way, Lin Group employees who didn’t recognize An Jiayou saw a handso young man suddenly appear and began speculating about his identity. Being able to walk freely in the company, the final conclusion reached was that this handso boy must be the son of so high-ranking executive. However, at Lin Group, everyone who fit this description was thodically ruled out. Furthermore, so people saw the kid co out of the business manager Han Xiayang’s office, leading to another conclusion that this child was Manager Han’s son.
Suddenly, Lin Group employees were again in uproar.
"Wow wow wow, no way, that little guy looks at least ten years old. How could he be Manager Han’s son?"
The questioning voice had barely fallen when another indifferent voice chid in: "What’s wrong with that? Manager Han is thirty years old this year. Having a kid at seventeen or eighteen isn’t impossible."
Following this, there were several enlightened responses of agreent: "Oh oh oh oh, that’s why, got it, got it."
From then on, all Lin Group employees knew one thing—that the business departnt Manager Han had a son over ten years old. As for the child’s mother, her identity remains unknown.
So, whenever employees saw Han Xiayang in the future, their gazes were exceptionally odd, leaving the person involved bewildered and full of confusion at heart.
anwhile, An Jiayou walked with great difficulty towards his father’s office, his heart filled with lant: "Why am I always the unlucky one?"
Upon reaching the office, he looked around but didn’t see his mom anywhere. Eventually, his gaze fell on the face of soone behind the desk, instantly understanding that his guess was probably right. These two people wouldn’t argue; at most it would be a cold war. As for the reason, it was quite simple. It seed likely to involve that man nad Mo Jinxuan.
Suddenly, a hint of curiosity arose in his heart. Who could that person actually be?
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