Nangong Group Building, high-rise conference room.
A man with an indifferent expression sat in the chief seat, waiting for the person below to speak. Suddenly, the cell phone next to his arm rang.
A vibrating phone sound instantly disturbed the entire strangely quiet atmosphere of the meeting. All the senior executives turned their attention to Nangong Zhan, but that man seemed to be born with the ability to remain calm and composed. He didn't mind picking up the phone and exiting the meeting room.
"Say!" Nangong Zhan's impatient voice sounded after answering the phone.
On the other end of the phone was a kindergarten teacher in a large class.
"Hello Mr. Nangong, this is Lotte Kindergarten. Here's the thing. Child Tianshuo had a fight with someone just now and broke another child's finger. Our hospital has..."
On the other end of the phone, Nangong Zhan had already hung up the phone before the teacher could say anything.
The phone was held in the palm of my hand, and I wanted to crush it with force.
This was already the first time. He had gone back and forth and been expelled from other kindergartens no less than ten times. He had fought with others and injured others and was hospitalized no less than seven or eight times. Sometimes he even beat the teacher.
Talking about that little devil, Nangong Zhan was so troubled that he wished he could send him back to his fucking belly and reshape him.
damn it!
That boy was clearly here to collect debts.
After picking up the phone, Nangong Zhan returned to the conference room and said coldly: "That's the end of today's meeting. You can discuss it more when you go back and give me an answer the day after tomorrow."
After a few words of instruction, he turned to look at Chen Biao beside him and said, "Come to the kindergarten with me."
Then he took the car keys, went to the parking lot to pick up the car, and went directly to Lotte Kindergarten.
Regarding the matter of his son injuring another child, Nangong Zhan left it to Chen Biao to handle, picked up his son, and drove home in his car.
In the afternoon, during the peak traffic jam period, there was a lot of traffic, and a luxury sports car was parked in the traffic. While waiting, Nangong Zhan couldn't help but turn his head to look at the indifferent boy next to him, and couldn't help but reach out and pinch the pink and tender face.
Down.
"Why did you fight with others again?" Nangong Zhan asked.
The boy sitting in the passenger seat looked arrogant, "He said I jumped out of a rock and didn't feel as much pain as my mother."
Every time he was told by other children that his mother didn't care, little Tianshuo wished he could instantly become a Transformer, and then kick those who were talking nonsense away to the Antarctic.
He doesn't have as much pain as his mother, but it's not those people's turn to laugh at him or ridicule him!
Hearing his son's words, Nangong Zhan felt a flash of distress in his eyes, touched his son's head, and said nicely: "But you can't hit anyone, how many times has this happened?"
Xiao Tianshuo avoided Nangong Zhan's hand and leaned aside angrily, saying nothing.
Seeing his son like this, Nangong Zhan felt very uncomfortable many times. He was so uncomfortable that sometimes he almost couldn't breathe.
But, what can he do?
His son was his, and he could not ignore him, let alone leave him to fend for himself.
Five years ago, he had been looking for that woman for five years. No matter what means or methods he used, he had been looking for her for five years, but there was still no news at all.
Even where this son came from, the question that once hung in his mind has not been solved until now.
Now that my son has grown up, every day when he goes to school, other children will say that he is a child who does not love his mother. He is a child who is immature and ignorant. Because of this, he does not know how many people he has hurt.
Calling him a father all day long kept him awake all night and was very anxious.
