The dean of students was also frightened by Song Yan Ning’s actions and only came to his senses after hearing Mrs. Xiao’s words. However, he still admired Song Yan Ning’s approach.
"Song Yan Ning, this is school, mind the influence," the dean of students said in a tone that was neither here nor there, turned his head, and couldn’t help but let a smile escape the corner of his mouth. He had been teaching for decades, but this was the first time he had encountered a student like her.
Song Yan Ning smiled and nodded, then looked at the other parents, "Does anyone else want a hundred thousand?"
The other parents pulled their children back a few steps. Now, they didn’t dare to provoke Song Yan Ning. What if she broke their children’s arms?
Song Yan Ning looked at Father Xiao and Mrs. Xiao, "Give me the account number."
"What do you want the account number for?" Father Xiao watched Song Yan Ning warily. Although she was the same age as his daughter, Song Yan Ning was decisive and fierce, not at all like a high school student. There were very few adults who could match her.
"To transfer money," Song Yan Ning said, looking at Father Xiao as if he were an idiot.
Father Xiao’s face turned red with anger, but he didn’t dare to explode. He quickly recited his account number. He didn’t believe that Song Yan Ning would really give him a hundred thousand.
The people present also didn’t believe that Song Yan Ning would really hand out a hundred thousand. After all, a hundred thousand wasn’t a small sum to anyone.
"Ding dong!" The notification sound for the money transfer rang out.
Father Xiao took out his mobile phone, quickly opened it, and when he saw the amount on it, he was stunned. It was really a hundred thousand!
Mrs. Xiao leaned forward to see the amount on the phone and fell into a daze as well. She really hadn’t expected Song Yan Ning to truly be able to take out a hundred thousand.
Father Xiao took a deep breath, looked at Song Yan Ning, and asked, "Your surname is Song?" The moment he received the money, he thought of a crucial issue. If Song Yan Ning could easily take out a hundred thousand, she definitely wasn’t a child from an ordinary family. He thought of Song Yan Ning’s surname, and a bad premonition immediately arose within him. If Song Yan Ning was truly a member of the Song Family from Beijing, then his latter half of life might be over.
"Mm!" Song Yan Ning knew why he was asking her this question.
"What’s your relationship with the Song Family from Beijing?" Father Xiao was really afraid that his guess was correct.
"What a lively place this is!" Song Yan Ning had only spoken one word when she was interrupted by a slightly sinister voice.
Qin Yuhao walked in from outside. He glanced at the parents, raised his eyebrows wickedly, and walked over to Song Yan Ning’s side, "Xiao Ning, are you having trouble? Do you need me to deal with it for you?"
"No need," Song Yan Ning said indifferently. She didn’t like having any interaction with Qin Yuhao.
"That’s right, you’re a member of the Song Family. What problem can’t you solve yourself? Don’t mind me; I’m just here to watch the show," Qin Yuhao walked to the side, sat down on a couch, and assumed a posture ready to watch a drama unfold.
Father Xiao’s legs went weak, and he directly knelt on the ground. She really was from the Song Family; he had gotten himself into big trouble.
"Old Xiao, what’s wrong?" Mrs. Xiao looked at Father Xiao on the ground, bewildered, and reached out to help him up. Yueyue’s hand was still injured; she had to take Yueyue to the hospital for treatment with Old Xiao as soon as possible.
Father Xiao ignored Mrs. Xiao and looked at Song Yan Ning with a face filled with fear and regret, begging, "Miss Song, I don’t want your money, I will return it to you right now. Please have mercy and forgive us this once." Having offended the Song Family, let alone Beijing, he wouldn’t be able to survive anywhere in the country.