My Two Dads

tary was considered as Han Shi Yu’s university junior.
They had known each other before he started his career.
They maintained a professional, working relationship at work but they spoke freely regardless of their difference in positions after working hours.

The secretary thought about it for a while before asking, “President Han, is there any conflict between you and Section Chief Yang?”

“What do you know,” Han Shi Yu looked out the window, “This is called playing hard to get.”

The secretary: “……”

She replied coldly later on, “Oh.”

After saying goodbye to her domineering president who was looking forlornly out of the window as if he was the king of the world, the secretary booked a flight ticket for five days later.

She could guess – even with the tips of her hair – that in less than five days, President Han would whine about how he dug a pit and jumped in on his own.

Han Shi Yu returned to his seat and the second he sat back down, he received a call from Yang Mo.

Han Shi Yu spun around in his chair before picking up the call and said, “Mo Mo!”

The other side replied back, “It’s Yang Yang.”

Then Yang Han heard how annoyingly Han Shi Yu dropped his excited tone by an octave and asked, “You little brat, what are you up to with your dad’s phone?”

Yang Han said, “Who told you to block me on WeChat!”

Han Shi Yu: “Who told you to share my autotuned remixes.”

Yang Han held her breath and decided not to argue with him any further.
Getting to the point was more important, so she held it in and asked, “Let me ask you something.”

Han Shi Yu raised his eyebrow, “What did you say, I can’t hear you clearly.”

Yang Han endured the humiliation as part of her mission and said, “Dad.”

Han Shi Yu: “What is it.”

At the side, Yang Mo silently listened to the conversation between a benevolent father and filial daughter who blocked each other on WeChat.

Yang Han glanced at Yang Mo who had his head lowered while getting a spoonful of vegetables and pursed her lips together.

She carefully asked, “I wanted to ask…that is…you…are you the gong or shou?”

There was a moment of silence over the other end.

Yang Han: “Hello?”

Han Shi Yu: “Ah, what did you say?”

Yang Han knew he was deliberately pretending to be deaf again.
She let out a ‘tsk’ and said, “You and dad, who’s the gong, who’s the shou?”

Beep.

He hung up the phone call.

Yang Han: “……”

Frowning, she turned to Yang Mo and said, “Dad, I’m two years away from being an adult.
I don’t think you guys need to deliberately avoid this topic with me.”

Yang Mo swallowed his food.

He was certainly not the type of old-fashioned parent whose expression drops the second sex is mentioned.
However, he simply couldn’t bring himself to say it, so he thought of letting Han Shi Yu tell Yang Han instead.

In the end, Han Shi Yu hung up just like that, making this seem like such a big deal.

Yang Mo rubbed his forehead a little and placed his chopsticks aside.
He poured a glass of water for her and asked, “Why are you asking about this all of a sudden?”