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"Yang Yang!" Xuxu broke free from Huo Yunting's hand and lunged toward Lu Zhaoyang. "Have you started working? Are you tired?" the child asked.

"I am not tired." Lu Zhaoyang put the contract document that she had checked beside her feet and lifted her son up in her arms. "Thank you for taking care of him," she said to Huo Yunting with a calm voice mixed with a sense of estrangement, which bothered Huo Yunting.

Was she sending him away just like that? Huo Yunting thought.

"I have something to say to your Uncle Yunting. Could Xuxu stay in my office?" Lu Zhaoyang asked.

"Where is the office?" Little Huo Xu nodded.

"Go out and turn left. The empty table in the largest room."

"Got it." The little guy scampered away energetically.

The staff in the secretariat saw a kid skipping in, looking around before jumping onto the chair of Secretary Lu. When they saw the child's face, they gasped: how could this be? The child looked like the president!