His heart was gripped by unease, his face grew increasingly gloomy, and his hands unconsciously clenched and unclenched.
On the other side, Ma Lihua looked at her watch and phone, her face beaming with joy. "What? More money? Two hundred yuan more? Okay, we'll be there at six."
She hung up the phone happily and turned to look at Ma Hehua.
Ma Hehua hurriedly inquired about the situation. After learning that they could pay extra to leave earlier, the two looked at the ever-calm Ma Linghua.
Ma Linghua nodded slightly, "Yes! Xiaoxin is a sensible child. Call Damao and ask him to give Xiaoxin more pocket money! Don't let the child go hungry."
Although Ma Hehua looked disgusted, she still took out her phone and called Da Mao, muttering, "This Da Mao is so irresponsible, he really needs to be disciplined."
But his hands didn't stop; he quickly made a phone call to Da Mao.
Da Mao was intently inspecting the company, his eyes like an eagle eyeing its prey, not missing a single corner where someone might be slacking off. He was calculating how much money he should deduct if he caught an employee slacking off.
Just then, the cheerful yet abrupt ringtone, "Mom's calling, Mom's calling..." broke the tense atmosphere.
Da Mao instantly perked up, as if a special switch had been pressed.
He hurriedly took out his phone and pressed the answer button, his movements so fast it was as if he was afraid of missing some earth-shattering news.
"Hey, Mom, what's up?"
His voice immediately became gentle and considerate, his tone low as he cautiously inquired, all traces of his usual authority at the company gone, and he was now like a docile rabbit.
"Da Mao, remember to give Xiao Xin more pocket money, don't let the kid suffer. Okay, that's all, I'm hanging up now. Don't call me unless it's absolutely necessary!"
After Ma Hehua finished speaking, she hung up the phone. Da Mao breathed a long sigh of relief, feeling as if he had escaped a severe interrogation.
But when he looked up, he found the employees were sneaking glances at him, their eyes full of curiosity and mockery.
Da Mao immediately transformed. He straightened his back, standing as straight as a pine tree, spat twice into his hands, and then ran his fingers through his hair, trying to make every strand neat and tidy.
In the blink of an eye, he transformed back into the imposing CEO, his eyes sharpening as he surveyed the employees around him.
It was as if the person who had just answered the phone so gently wasn't him at all.
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