They unconsciously sat up straight in front of their computers.
Compared to their company's scale, it was not even in the same league. The playing fields were completely different!
"How did such an impressive kid end up in their class?"
"This little Li Xiaoya, didn't she enroll before? We never heard her father was so powerful."
"Is it the Li Xiaoya from 'Exchange Lives'?"
"What? What?"
The parents were also completely bewildered.
"Could we have searched for the wrong information?" This was from the skeptics.
"Indeed, we haven't seen any news about the company's executives entering the country." This was from the rational ones.
"Is it possible that for a company like this, the movements of those in power are kept completely secret?" This was from the slightly cleverer ones.
Parents who were on good terms with each other discussed privately, and most of them had the same idea.
It was similar to what their children had come up with—
Why not visit under the pretext of picking up the children? Wouldn't everything become clear then?
They specifically called their children back.
"About what time will you be done playing?"
But the children weren't very cooperative, their mouths full of: "Don't know."
The parents had to change their strategy and say: "Can you let your classmate's father answer the phone?"
"They all want him to answer the phone, now he's letting Li Xiaoya choose..."
"Choose what?"
"Choose whose call to answer."
What an attitude!
The parents on this end clicked their tongues.
"So who has been chosen now?"
"An Ying was chosen."
The parents on this end exchanged a glance, hung up the phone, thinking they could ask President An later for clarity.
Meanwhile, in the villa.
An Ying handed her own phone to Ke Muning, and as she held it out, she still felt a bit dazed.
Her father rarely called back on his own initiative.
Her father wasn't even as good as Li Xiaoya's stepfather.
Ke Muning pointed at An Ying and asked Li Xiaoya: "Are you sure you want to answer hers?"
Li Xiaoya nodded.
She only knew Zhou Xiaoshu and An Ying.
Zhou Xiaoshu's father, President Zhou, was too close to her uncles, so he wasn't suitable to know about Ke Muning. There wouldn't be any trouble with An Ying.
Ke Muning smiled and answered the phone, his expression instantly changing to something closer to when Li Xiaoya first met him - seemingly relaxed, but actually dangerous.
"Hello."
"Hello, I'm An Ying's classmate's father. How should I address you?" On the other end, President An smoothly switched to English.
"Just call me Moore."
"Do you work at Rock Company? I have some understanding of Rock Company, but it seems there's no one like you there."
"What do you think?" Ke Muning threw the question back at him, not waiting for President An to continue speaking, he very rudely said: "They might stay here overnight tonight, no need to call again."
Then he just hung up the phone like that.
Actually, in the entire third-grade class one, An Ying's father was considered the richest among them.
An Ying wasn't very noticeable, only because she wasn't favored by her father.
President An had a broader perspective than other parents, so naturally, he figured out something from this phone call.
First, Moore was a fake name.
Rock Company was of a sensitive nature.
The man's tone was dictatorial, definitely should be the company's number one figure.
"...Ke Muning." President An slowly uttered that name.
Although this name was also fake, comparatively, it was more widely spread across the world. To this day, no one knows what Ke Muning's real name is, but they all know what the three words "Ke Muning" mean.
Having used one fake name, who's to say he couldn't use a second one?
"President An, there are several gentlemen who want to speak with you, they are all fathers of the young miss's classmates," the secretary reminded him.
"Connect one call first."
"Alright."
As soon as the call connected, President An quickly said to the other end: "The person in question is very influential, but I'm sorry, I can't disclose his specific name."
Since he had used a fake name, there must be a reason for it, and if he were to expose it, he might offend Ke Muning because of this.
The tragedy of Atari Island was still fresh in memory, and President An didn't want to touch this bad luck.
"I can only tell you that the more courteous you are to him, the better, because his temper might not be too good, and his mind not too broad." President An paused and asked, "How's your son's personality? Surely he wouldn't have offended Mr. Moore in just a few short hours, right?"
This speech left the other person dumbfounded, only barely managing to squeeze out a voice from his throat: "He, he's quite obedient in front of me, but outside, it's hard to say... Is it really that serious, President An?"
"Then prepare some gifts and be ready to apologize at any time, otherwise your son might be fine, but you might not be. Unless your whole family never goes abroad for the rest of your lives."
"???"
"Also, President Feng, Boss Xie, and a few others have called to ask me, so please pass on my meaning to them, I won't explain one by one."
With that, President An hung up the phone and didn't call his daughter back either. An Ying had a timid and introverted personality, it was impossible for her to catch Ke Muning's attention, so naturally, there was no need to worry.
President An's words caused a huge stir in the parents' circle of the third-grade class one.
"If President An says so, it must be true."
"Is it really from Rock Company?"
"My son said he was selling some small gadgets, you're telling me this is a small gadget?"
"My son doesn't have a very good temper either, he's a little devil at home."
"Is this Mr. Moore really that petty?"
For those who had already stepped into the upper class but hadn't quite reached the top-tier, they all had somewhat neglected their children's education.
At this moment, they finally tightened up, their heads starting to ache and buzz.
These kids were completely unaware of their parents' worries, enthusiastically pointing and commenting on the villa.
When they came back to their senses, they found that Li Xiaoya had disappeared.
Li Xiaoya had been taken upstairs by Ke Muning.
As soon as the door closed, it shut out all those noisy sounds.
"Is being a bad guy just about leaving them downstairs unattended?" Li Xiaoya tilted her head and asked.
Ke Muning sat her down at the small desk and said, "You'll know tomorrow. Now... let me see how your German is coming along?"
Li Xiaoya quickly wrote out the words she had learned yesterday.
The pronunciation was also correct.
Ke Muning lost an opportunity to call her "stupid," and frowned as he asked, "You learn German so quickly? Why do you learn English so slowly?"
Li Xiaoya thought for a moment and said, "It's different."
"How is it different?"
"English is taught by school teachers, I can't keep up with their pace."
Ke Muning understood: "So if you start from the beginning, it's fast?"
Li Xiaoya nodded, and then pulled out a children's picture book and asked, "Have you learned it? Can you tell me the story in Hua Country language?"
Ke Muning let go of her hand and walked out nonchalantly: "What do you want to eat? I'll have someone bring it to you."
Li Xiaoya said softly: "Stupid."
The children spent a happy night in the villa.
Ke Muning didn't care about them at all, as long as they didn't die, it was fine. This level of freedom was too joyful for them.
Even until the next morning, the little radishes still felt a bit reluctant to leave.
"Although it's not as beautiful as my home's villa, it's still very comfortable to live in," they commented with sighs.
Just then, parents personally came to pick them up for school.
"Is that my dad's car?" someone's eyes instantly widened.
"And my dad's car too!"
"Mine has come as well!"
What kind of magic did Li Xiaoya's house have?
Their dads, who were always too busy to personally drive to pick them up, suddenly all came!
"Dad!" They couldn't help but rush over.
Only An Ying and Zhou Xiaoshu didn't move.
Zhou Xiaoshu's dad completely trusted Li Xiaoya so he didn't come, while An Ying's dad didn't come either.
An Ying's gaze swept over them, and she slowly lowered her head.
Those dads, however, pushed away their own children and looked up towards the door.
"Mr. Moore?" They saw that tall foreign man, dressed in a suit, holding a cigar between his fingers, with cold features and a relaxed posture.
"You must be Mr. Moore." They greeted him even more enthusiastically than they did their children.
"Thank you for entertaining our children, we hope they didn't cause any trouble? We've brought you a small gift."
Ke Muning took a puff of his cigar, then extremely arrogantly blew smoke rings at them.
He said: "What trash? Take it back."
The other party was stunned.
Ke Muning then asked: "Whose father are you?"
"Guo Qinghao."
Ke Muning reached out and took a booklet, flipping through it.
This action made the other person's eyelid twitch, giving them a feeling of being on the Grim Reaper's list.
Ke Muning stopped at a certain page and said, "You have a screen from the Kangxi period at home?"
"Y-yes... Do you like it? Should I... perhaps sell it to you another day?"
"Sell?" Ke Muning raised his hand and patted the person's neck. "Go home."
Ke Muning tossed the booklet and said, "Your family has quite a lot of good stuff."
Then he turned and walked inside.
At this moment, Li Xiaoya came down the stairs in her fluffy slippers, her footsteps getting closer and closer.
Ke Muning immediately threw away his cigar and stubbed it out.
The parents outside couldn't help but stare at Li Xiaoya in astonishment for a few extra moments before taking their children home.
The next day, they came back to school.
One was crying, saying, "My racing car is gone."
Another was sobbing, "The Qi Baishi painting in our house is also gone..."
"The Qianlong era vase in our home is missing too!"
Li Xiaoya's phone vibrated. She looked down to see a photo sent by Ke Muning.
[Does it look good? [Image]]
The racing car, painting, vase, screen... they had all ended up at Ke Muning's house.
Her phone vibrated again.
[You can invite them over once more. That's how you can truly enjoy the feeling of being the bad guy.]
