Master Zhan, your daughter has gone out to catch ghosts again.

At that moment, in the park downstairs in the residential area, a burly ten-year-old boy was punching and kicking a thin little boy lying on the ground. His eyes were fierce and his expression was ferocious, as if he wanted to kick the little boy to death.

His methods and ruthlessness were those of a demon.

It was dinnertime, and there was no one around the park in the neighborhood, so the burly little boy was even more unrestrained.

The burly little boy felt that this kind of beating wasn't exciting enough, so he looked around for tools. Suddenly, he saw a very thick iron rod in the trash can next to him. He walked over, took it out, and smashed it hard against the little boy on the ground.

"Zhang Quan!"

"Right, right!"

Two voices rang out at the same time.

A woman in a business suit, with a designer handbag on her wrist, walked slowly towards the burly boy, grabbed his arm, and said, "Zhang Quan, why are you out here? Didn't I tell you to stay at home?"

"It's none of your business! I can do whatever I want!" Zhang Quan shoved his mother away and roared fiercely.

Zhang Quan's mother seemed used to it and sighed.

Another woman, wearing an apron, rushed over from another direction, crying her heart out.

The woman helped Youyou up from the ground, and seeing her son covered in injuries, she cried uncontrollably.

"sorry."

Zhang Quan's mother gave Youyou's mother a perfunctory apology, then pulled Zhang Quan away.

"What's the rush? I haven't crippled him yet," Zhang Quan said, as simply and naturally as if he were saying the weather was nice.

Zhang Quan's mother looked displeased and tugged at Zhang Quan.

Enraged, Zhang Quan shoved his mother away, causing her to fall to the ground.

Zhang Quan ignored him, his indifference utterly cold.

Upon hearing Zhang Quan's words, Youyou's mother clenched her fists in anger, her eyes bloodshot, and veins bulging on her forehead.

How could a mother tolerate a ten-year-old child telling her in front of her that he would cripple her son?

Moreover, her son had been beaten by Zhang Quan for more than just a day or two. She only hesitated to pursue the matter because Zhang Quan's mother was a permanent employee, while her family were all hardworking laborers. So, each time, the matter was left unresolved.

That's why, even if it means going bankrupt, he was determined to get justice for his son!

"Apologize!" Right-Right's mother shouted.

"What did you say?" Zhang Quan's mother stood up, finding it ridiculous.

"I said, apologize! You saw it with your own eyes this time, your son beat my son to death." Youyou's mother said defiantly, her bloodshot eyes filled with murderous intent.

Every time Zhang Quan beat Youyou, Zhang Quan's mother would explain that the child was too young and that it was normal for them to fight. Besides, she hadn't seen Zhang Quan hit her son. Maybe the injuries on her son's body were from fighting with someone else, and she was just blaming them.

"Didn't I just apologize? What more do you want?" Zhang Quan's mother said impatiently.

“I want him to apologize and personally take my son to the hospital. I want my son to have a full check-up, and you will pay for the medical expenses,” said Youyou’s mother.

"Ha, Youyou's mom, you've gone too far. So what if I hit your son? Boys get hit, what's wrong with that? Making a full-body checkup is such an overreaction. Besides, don't you all know my son is an XYY chromosome supermale? Instead of telling your son to stay away, you blame my son." Zhang Quan's mother rolled her eyes.

"If you knew it was a super-male child, why did you give birth to it in the first place!" Youyou's mother roared.

Ten years ago, when Zhang Quan's mother gave birth to Zhang Quan, she had a prenatal check-up, and the doctor advised her to terminate the pregnancy. However, she refused and secretly gave birth to the child at home.

Zhang Quan's mother's expression turned horrified, and she screamed hysterically, "Why? Why can't I give birth? This is discrimination, unfair treatment! This isn't just one super-male child in this neighborhood. Hehe also has XYY chromosomes; he's a super-male child too. Why don't you target him instead of me? Is it because I have a government job that you're jealous? You want to use my child to ruin my career? Let me tell you, impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

“Hehe is indeed a super-adrenal child, but in order to avoid hurting other children, his parents educate him to actively receive treatment and to try not to come into contact with other children to prevent him from hurting others. Have you taught him these things?” Youyou’s mother said.

"You don't want him to have contact with people? Do you want my son to get depression and autism? You're so heartless." Zhang Quan's mother cried as she spoke, feeling wronged. "I'm all alone, busy with work, washing clothes, cooking, taking care of the child, and doing housework. Do you know how hard it is for me? I finally raised my child, but none of you can tolerate him. Are you trying to drive my child to his death before you're satisfied?"

"I..." Youyou was speechless, her heart softening a little.

Zhang Quan's mother and father divorced ten years ago. Zhang Quan's father is now living a peaceful life in another city, having abandoned his mother and son. Zhang Quan's mother has raised a child named Chao Xiong all by herself, enduring a lot of hardship and being beaten by Zhang Quan quite a bit. She is actually quite pitiful.

Seeing that Youyou's mother didn't say anything, Zhang Quan's mother walked away triumphantly in her high heels. Zhang Quan glared fiercely at Youyou and followed her away.

The next morning, Zhan Juzhou was not there, so Zhan Guiting took Youyou to the company.

Yoyo saw Zhou Ziheng, the crybaby, again and started chatting with him.

Seeing how familiar the little guy was with Zhou Ziheng, Zhan Guiting felt a little jealous. He scooped up the little dumpling and said to Zhou Ziheng, "Talk less and eat more."

Zhou Ziheng was completely bewildered. What did the president mean by this? Was it some kind of work-related hint?

He's new to society and doesn't understand these things. Can't you capitalists be a little more tactful in your speech?

"President, all the top shareholders have arrived and are in the conference room, waiting for you to start the meeting."

"Hmm." The man gave a curt "hmm," and then, whether he forgot or did it on purpose, he carried the little one in his arms and walked towards the conference room.

Zhou Ziheng tried to stop him, but was stopped by Assistant Gu.

This college graduate, fresh out of school, truly possesses a kind of innocent naiveté. After working for so long, he still can't see how much Yoyo, his little darling, means to Zhan Guiting.

Zhan Guiting carried Yoyo into the office.

The major shareholders and executives stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with disbelief, as they all scanned Zhan Guiting and Youyou.

Wait, the CEO is holding a meeting while carrying a baby? What kind of unbelievable scenario is this?!

Finally, all their eyes were fixed on YoYo.

Ahhhhhh, what an adorable little dumpling! So white and tender, like a delicate sculpture, I just want to give it a good rub.

But they dared not, fearing the CEO would throw them off the building.

However, some senior leaders cannot stand this situation. Bringing a child to a meeting is extremely unprofessional. How can the president make such a mistake?

However, they dared not speak up, fearing that the CEO would lose his temper and fire them at the slightest provocation.

Zhan Guiting held Yoyo in his arms and sat in the main seat of the conference room, letting the little one sit on one of his laps, and opened his laptop with one hand.

"Don't worry, everyone, I won't disturb your meeting. I'll be a good boy/girl." The little dumpling, with its two chubby little hands tucked inside, obediently rested on the conference table, looking incredibly cute.

She melted the hearts of all the uncles and aunts.

Zhan Guiting smiled gently, having firmly controlled the senior shareholders for quite some time.