Zhang Hong was so surprised that he could have stuffed an egg in his mouth, and he didn't respond for a long time.
Why would President Tang ask him about his child?
Could it be that President Tang has a child?!
The moment this realization flashed through Zhang Hong's mind, his entire body tensed up.
Then, considering that Tang's phone chat background was a girl, he felt as if he knew something extraordinary.
Has President Tang secretly gotten married? And even had a child?!
The thought had barely crossed his mind when Zhang Hong's few remaining wisps of beard trembled with fear.
"Tsk." Tang Song pursed his lips impatiently, his eyebrows furrowing, and the atmosphere in the office instantly became tense.
Zhang Hong shuddered, not daring to think any further. He lowered his eyes and stammered, "Isn't this perfectly normal?"
"Normal?" Tang Song raised his voice, his tone questioning. "Is this normal?"
Zhang Hong frowned, puzzled, and said, "Isn't this normal? How old is the child? He doesn't have his own phone, and even if he sends messages, he's using his mother's or someone else's phone. It's normal that he can't reply in time. Besides, children's minds are fickle. He might want to go out and play today, and want to stay at home tomorrow. He might want to eat with his friends today, and want to cling to his grandparents tomorrow..."
"No!" Tang Song frowned and interrupted him sharply.
Zhang Hong's impassioned speech was choked up. His lips twitched slightly as he cautiously looked at Tang Song. "Something's not right?"
Aren't all children like this?
Tang Song gave him a cold glance.
Nothing's right!
His cub has a cell phone, and his cub isn't the fickle person Zhang Hong described!
His cubs are so well-behaved!!!
Tang Song's face grew increasingly dark, and the atmosphere in the office became increasingly tense.
Zhang Hong stared blankly at Tang Song's dark expression, hesitated for a moment, then changed the subject, "Then... this is normal?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he received another eye roll from Tang Song.
Zhang Hong's lips trembled slightly, feeling that this job was extremely difficult!
He's the chief fashion designer! Fashion! Designer! Not a nanny!!
Tang Song kept asking him what the point of the solution was.
All he knew was that his twins were easy to take care of, not the kind of unreasonable children, and were very sensible.
Zhang Hong glanced at Tang Song secretly and muttered to himself, "That kid in Tang Song's family must be a real headache. He's made even someone as poker-faced as Tang Song turn into a pufferfish in a rage."
The troublesome kid in Zhang Hong's imagination was now sitting in his office chair, secretly propping up the documents on the table to cover his phone screen, and stealthily opening Tang Song's chat window.
A long string of text suddenly appeared before my eyes.
Why didn't you come? Aunt Zhang made lots of delicious food today, including your favorite braised prawns and sweet and sour pork ribs.
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Don't you want to eat? Didn't you say you wanted to eat yesterday? Now you can just take the elevator up and eat.
Why are you ignoring me?
Are you still working?
Did Zhuo Shishan assign you a lot of work?
Don't you want to talk to me?
...
Okay, I'll eat it myself then.
Eating alone is really lonely for me. Aren't you lonely?
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[Zhu Qing doesn't keep me company, and neither do you?]
...
Zhu Hao grimaced as he read Tang Song's message, his guilt growing stronger.
She is guilty!
Thinking back to the manor, Tang Song always ate with a pack of wolves in a lively and cheerful manner.
She neglected Tang Song for so long, leaving him to eat alone like a wolf.
Just mentioning that scene makes her imagine Tang Song's dejected, drooping tail tip and his wolf ears folded back in dissatisfaction, but she doesn't show it on her face and remains indifferent.
"Hmm..." Zhu Hao bit her fingertip, her beautiful brows furrowing slightly as she hesitated, staring at the screen, wanting to send something to comfort the wounded wolf.
"Snap!" Zhu Hao's shoulder slumped, and the document covering her phone suddenly fell to the ground with a thud, drawing the attention of everyone taking a lunch break in the office.
Zhu Hao nervously flipped his phone over, apologetically responding to the stares.
The office fell silent, then a violent scream erupted moments later.
Zhu Hao couldn't hear, and she didn't care about the noisy crowd in the office; she just wanted to see who had scared her.
Suddenly, a perfect profile, exuding warmth, appeared beside my ear.
The distance was so close that you could almost see the fine hairs on the person's face.
Zhu Hao's eyes widened in surprise, and she quickly stepped back, only then realizing that the person who had frightened her was a man, and an extremely handsome and alluring one at that.
His profile features are smooth and elegant, exuding a gentle and refined aura. His lips are slightly upturned, and his eyebrows are raised, giving him a touch of allure. The simple white t-shirt and casual trousers he wears make him appear somewhat otherworldly.
Zhu Hao swallowed hard, took a step back, and pushed his office chair backward.
She stood up, staring at the man in front of her with a puzzled look. She tilted her head slightly, her thick bangs falling down to reveal her smooth forehead, making her look less youthful.
Song Shang straightened up, his eyes trembling slightly as he stared at Zhu Hao. His Adam's apple bobbed softly, he rubbed his fingertips together, put his hands in his pockets, and asked in a low voice, "Did I scare you? Sorry."
Zhu Hao shook his head repeatedly, feeling that the person in front of him was somewhat familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him before.
She assumed the man was an artist under the company, perhaps someone she had seen in a TV series, and didn't think much of it.
Out of the corner of her eye, she suddenly caught sight of Pu Zhao, who was so excited he was about to faint. She turned her head slightly, and everyone else in the office had the same expression, even the boys.
The joy and excitement in everyone's eyes filled the entire space.
"Click! Click!"
A mobile phone camera suddenly appeared on everyone's face, and the flash kept shooting at the man next to Zhu Hao.
Fortunately, he was beside him, and the light was so bright that he could barely see anything in front of him.
She squinted slightly, raised her hand to cover her eyes, and turned her head to the side for a moment to recover.
Song Shang seemed to be used to so many cameras. He skillfully looked around, a charming smile on his lips, not missing a single camera, nodding and greeting each one.
With a face as handsome as his, of course everyone should see it!!
The people in the office were so excited that their faces turned red. Pu Zhao even clutched his chest and gasped for breath, looking like he was about to faint.
But no one stepped forward. In fact, apart from the initial gasp when they saw the man, all that could be heard was the sound of a phone taking pictures; no one else made any noise.
After adjusting to the lighting, Zhu Hao slowly lowered his hand, glanced at Song Shang, and then swept his gaze over the still excited crowd in the office.
Zhu Hao's lips twitched slightly, somewhat displeased with Song Shang's direct pat on her shoulder, but she didn't say anything, only silently glancing at the fabric on her shoulder with disdain.
Song Shang caught a glimpse of her movement, his smile froze, he withdrew his gaze from the crowd, stared straight at Zhu Hao, and asked in a rising tone, "Excuse me, where is the office of fashion designer Zhuo Shishan?"
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