Zhong Jiarui also noticed Gu Tingxiao.

This person naturally stands out from the crowd, and Zhong Jiarui noticed that his steady gait gave off a feeling of sharp swordsmanship.

Even without traditional training, Gu Tingxiao should still possess extraordinary skills.

While sizing up Gu Tingxiao, Zhong Jiarui caught a glimpse of Zhang Mama reaching out her hand towards Zhong Jiayi out of the corner of his eye. He raised his long leg and blocked the woman's sudden attack.

Then, he picked up Zhong Jiayi, who was facing away from Zhang's mother and oblivious to what was about to happen, and put her on the other side.

The boy clearly hadn't held children much before, and didn't think there was anything wrong with him picking up his younger brother like a sack.

When he was suddenly lifted up and felt weightless, Zhong Jiayi almost screamed, but he still looked back first.

Upon seeing that it was her own brother, she immediately shut her mouth tightly, not daring to make a sound.

Satisfied with Zhong Jiayi's performance, Zhong Jiarui turned his head and gave Zhang's mother a cold look.

The warning in their eyes was self-evident.

"Have you no regard for the law?!"

Zhang's mother started throwing a tantrum and went to Zhang's father to start a new round of unreasonable arguments.

"You want compensation?"

The words were spoken by Gu Tingxiao to Zhang's father, but Gu Tingxiao's gaze fell on Zhong Jiarui.

"Who do you think you are..."

"Stop arguing!"

Mr. Zhang was utterly shocked by the appearance of the man before him. His fingers were still aching, and Mrs. Zhang's shrill voice was driving him crazy.

"Are you crazy?! Are you yelling at me?!"

Mrs. Zhang thought she had misheard, but Mr. Zhang said that she had come instead.

But the next moment she noticed that her man's face looked really bad, so she quickly asked if he was in a lot of pain and needed to go to the hospital.

How much money do you want?

Gu Tingxiao asked casually. He was wearing a well-tailored, handmade gray suit, and his face was stern. Even though he was holding a little baby in his arms, no one thought he was joking when he said those words.

"President Gu of the Gu Group?"

Mr. Zhang's voice trembled slightly; he couldn't believe he had actually run into Gu Tingxiao at his son's kindergarten.

What, Mr. Gu? Why does my husband's voice sound so off?

Zhang's mother looked puzzled.

But Zhong Jiarui turned his gaze back to Gu Tingxiao, and to the incredibly beautiful little pink dumpling in Gu Tingxiao's arms.

How did the teachers introduce the topic at the beginning?

It seems that one of the children was brought here by his father.

Now that Gu Tingxiao has reappeared here, it's quite obvious who the child who was sent to kindergarten by his father is.

Mr. Zhang dared to be so arrogant because he didn't know the financial situation of Zhong Jiarui's family, but the Gu Group was a household name.

Mr. Zhang's small business could only find connections with small subsidiaries of the Gu Group that were subdivided and subject to shareholding control. He even had to spend a lot of money to get in touch with them.

To their family, the Gu Group was an enormous behemoth with no end in sight.

Zhang's father must be crazy to offend Gu Tingxiao here.

Despite the pain in his fingers, Mr. Zhang smiled and said, "I've long admired Mr. Gu's name. I'm Zhang Maosheng from Xinhang Aerospace."

"I wonder what Mr. Gu means by the amount of compensation he mentioned?"

When Mr. Zhang asked the question, he looked at the Zhong brothers again. Could it be that these two brothers are related to President Gu?

Zhong Jiarui was also waiting for Gu Tingxiao's answer, even though this matter had nothing to do with them.

Moreover, he wouldn't presume to think that the little pink dumpling in Gu Tingxiao's arms was the culprit; the two little brats fighting was their own problem.

"Literal meaning."

It's a waste of time to talk to such a dull person. If it weren't for Xiao Anman, Zhang Maosheng might have only ever seen Gu Tingxiao in financial magazines and on television interviews.

There would never be a chance for her to get this close to Gu Tingxiao.

Gu Tingxiao gave only four simple words, but that was enough for Zhang Maosheng to make a lot of connections.

Was I really having a run of bad luck today and offended Mr. Gu's relative?

He really couldn't afford to offend such a big shot. What he had told Zhong Jiarui before, that he wouldn't do it even if it meant going bankrupt, was now very fitting for him.

"No, no, it's all a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding, Mr. Gu."

Zhang Maosheng quickly shoved his wife and gave her a look, signaling her to lean back and not speak.

"My injuries are minor, and my son is fine too. We'll leave now, we'll leave now."

"Are you crazy?! You're just going to let something this big about your son go?"

Zhang's mother didn't understand what had happened, or why her husband's attitude had changed so drastically in such a short period of time.

That stupid woman! All she does is cause him trouble. Can't she see the signal he's giving her?

Zhang Maosheng scolded his unreasonable wife, "What nonsense are you talking about? Isn't our son alright? Take him back now!"

They're more trouble than they're worth; they've blown up such a small thing into this mess!

However, the deputy head teacher next to him did not expect that Gu Tingxiao had only said three sentences, and Zhang Maosheng, who had been pressing him and trying to make things bigger, no longer had any intention of pursuing the matter further.

Before Gu Tingxiao could respond, Zhang Maosheng had already pushed his wife and son away from the office.

They vanished from everyone's sight like a tornado.

It was as if if they were a second later, they wouldn't be able to escape.

Gu Tingxiao, who had accomplished all of this, remained unmoved, holding the little dumpling in his arms.

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