Mr.CEO Looks Exactly the Same as My Son!-Chapter 820: Why Is Everyone Calling Him Old?

The word "le" at the end wasn’t spoken, it was abruptly cut off, with Mo Han standing behind her, watching her busy, not expecting her to suddenly turn around. Given that the distance between the two was not far, with such a turn, their faces were very close, even feeling each other’s breath upon their faces.

With their eyes meeting, both were a bit stunned, unable to react to the situation at hand for the moment.

Mo Han was slightly taller than her, with them looking at each other like this, there was something of a flavor of a kiss that might be shared between couples, the girl’s lovely face, fair skin, carrying a fresh and pleasant aroma. Somehow, his heart skipped a beat...

Suddenly realizing, he quickly retreated two steps, clearing his throat awkwardly and coughing twice, and precisely because of this cough, Qin Yin’s thoughts returned, her face suddenly blushing, quickly lowering her head, leaving him with the top of her furry head.

A couple of seconds later, her somewhat muffled voice was heard, "Um, I’ll go back to my room." After saying this, she ran as if something was chasing her.

Not long after, there was a "bang" as the door closed.

For a long, long time, Mo Han finally withdrew his attention from the tightly closed bedroom door, glanced at the bowl of noodles on the glass table, and surprisingly felt in a good mood, carried them to the dining room, sat down at the seat, and began eating heartily.

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Lan Shan took a few more days to rest, and her foot injury had completely healed. Ever since the day Gong Shaoyu said she was not allowed to enter the kitchen anymore, the servants in the manor treated her as if she were a virus to be isolated, even going as far as not allowing her to wash fruits in the kitchen, fearing she might have another accident like last time.

The redness and swelling on her arm had almost disappeared too. She picked up her phone and looked at the date, meticulously calculating, she realized she had been at the Gong Manor for quite some time now, and with her foot healed, there was no reason for her to stay there any longer. Clutching the phone tightly in her palm, she hesitated for a good while before making a decision in her heart.

She got up and walked out of her room, arriving at the living room on the first floor. Gong Shaoyu was sitting on the sofa, eyes fixed on the computer, and beside him, Housekeeper Ning stood there, seemingly reporting something.

"Sir, the matters in North America have all been dealt with. Do you want to go over there personally?"

Coming closer, Lan Shan heard Housekeeper Ning’s words and frowned slightly. These past days, she heard the servants here calling him "sir," and considering he was only in his twenties, it felt like they were calling an old man.

She walked over to the sofa, slightly pursed her lips, perhaps because she was about to leave, and her courage grew some. Organizing her words in her heart, she waited for him to finish reporting before speaking, "Housekeeper Ning, may I ask you a question?"

Upon hearing Lan Shan’s words, Housekeeper Ning was initially a bit surprised, but then he replied, "What does Miss Lan want to ask?"

"Um..." Tilting her head and pondering for a moment, until Gong Shaoyu also looked at her with curiosity, she stopped holding back and spoke, "Why do you all refer to Brother Gong as ’sir’? He’s only in his twenties, calling him this feels like he’s already old."

Housekeeper Ning hesitated for a moment, looked at her, then at Gong Shaoyu, and seeing no strange emotions from him, he began to explain, "Because he’s the head of the Gong Family, the patriarch, the rules dictate we address him this way."

Lan Shan nodded slightly, it’s normal for large families to have some rules, but... inexplicably, calling someone in their twenties ’sir’ always feels a bit strange.