The clever An Jiayou instantly understood.
He put his phone back into his pocket, and calmly met Han Xiayang's curious gaze before speaking calmly: "My mom told me to go home. I'll be leaving now, Uncle Han."
Han Xiayang nodded without a hint of doubt: "Well, you better hurry."
An Jiayou then stood up and left his office.
After the little fellow left, Han Xiayang suddenly felt the office was incredibly quiet. He glanced at the time on the wall; it wasn't the end of the workday yet. Feeling both resigned and complaining, he sat back in his office chair, with his face and heart full of a lamenting glow: "Alas, poor me, I still have to work hard."
