Ren Zhouyuan was shocked by the volume of Fan Wenfeng's voice. He quickly lowered the volume of the phone. "It's down. How's your side? Where's An An?"

The voice on the other end of the phone suddenly quieted down a lot. It was obvious that Fan Wenfeng had changed places. "I was in the laboratory just now. The instruments were too noisy. What did you just say?"

Ren Zhouyuan repeated the question again. Fan Wenfeng replied with a smile, "An'an had a good time. The teacher here is really good. I watched him learn those 3D printers, VR printers and so on. I wanted to touch them myself, but they didn't recognize me as an 18-year-old fresh meat. They just didn't let me touch them, so I could only sit on the side with the robot serving tea and envy them." Ren Zhouyuan repeated the question again. Fan Wenfeng smiled and replied, "An'an had a good time.

Ren Zhouyuan was amused by his words. "How long will it take for your side to finish?"

"About ten minutes or so," Fan Wenfeng said. "Get ready first. When I'm done here, I'll go get the car with An'an. I'll call you then and you can come down. We'll meet at the door."

After Ren Zhouyuan hung up the phone, he felt an itch in his heart. He really wanted to go down and see An'an in class. She must be very cute, but at the same time, he was very conflicted. He didn't know if the teacher in class would recognize An'an's face. After thinking about a lot of things, he looked at the time again. Only five minutes had passed.

He turned off the computer, packed his things, and was ready to go out and wait for the elevator. He planned to wait for Fan Wenfeng in the lobby. As soon as he stepped out of the office door, he saw Leonid walking toward him.

Ren Zhouyuan suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. He stood there in a daze as he watched Leonid walk over and walk past him. Leonid clearly didn't look at him the whole time, but he inexplicably held his breath and was extremely nervous.

Only when Leonid was far away did he relax. He suddenly felt a little amused.

Shaking his head, Ren Zhouyuan put this matter behind him and walked in the direction of the elevator.

Fan Wenfeng picked up Ren Zhouyuan at the entrance of the company, and the group went to the restaurant. Along the way, An'an showed unprecedented liveliness. He and Ren Zhouyuan sat in the back seat, next to each other. Ren Zhouyuan had been fiddling with the plane model he made with a 3D printing pen, gesticulating and explaining to him how he made the plane.

Ren Zhouyuan listened to him with a smile on his face. Seeing An'an so happy, he also felt indescribable happiness in his heart. Fan Wenfeng, who was sitting in the front seat, occasionally said a few words. He said how An'an pressed the wrong button at the beginning, and how he messed up and destroyed the model made by his teacher. An'an screamed and jumped up to stop him from talking. As he spoke, he jumped back into Ren Zhouyuan's arms and acted like a spoiled child, telling his dad not to listen to Uncle Wenfeng's nonsense.

Ren Zhouyuan felt a little emotional and a little regretful. He was touched that his son had become so much more cheerful in such a short period of time, but he also regretted that he couldn't see the process of his son becoming more lively with his own eyes.

After the meal, Fan Wenfeng sent the father and son home. Before leaving, Fan Wenfeng told An'an that he would take him out to play next time, and An'an actually agreed. Ren Zhouyuan gestured for him to make a call. Fan Wenfeng nodded and watched them go home before driving away.

After An'an got home, he still couldn't stop fiddling with his crooked little plane. Ren Zhouyuan called him several times before he finally called him to take a shower.

He looked at the time and estimated that Fan Wenfeng should be home by now, so he gave him a call.

Ren Zhouyuan didn't want to miss a single minute of what happened today. He asked Fan Wenfeng many details, and Fan Wenfeng answered them one by one.

Fan Wenfeng said, "The teachers there are really good. There were only three children, including An'an, who went to the experience class today, but there were more than ten children in the usual class. Those teachers first took us to see how they teach. It just so happened that they were having a VR experiment class, so the teacher gave each of us a pair of glasses to watch together. "

Ren Zhouyuan couldn't help but tease him. "Didn't they say they wouldn't care about a 'little fresh meat' like you?"

Fan Wenfeng smiled and continued, "After watching this, he took An'an and the others to the experience class. First, he let them experience how to use the VR software step by step. Your son is really brave. The other children chose plants and the universe, but your son chose organs. I watched from the side as he took out the heart, liver, spleen, and lungs one by one. Even a man like me couldn't stand it anymore."

Ren Zhouyuan imagined the scene, but he couldn't imagine his son doing it with a serious face.

Fan Wenfeng said, "Those teachers paid a lot of attention to your son from the beginning. I don't know if it's because he's mixed-blood, but after seeing your son do this, they became even more attentive. Maybe they saw that your son was extremely talented, haha!"

Ren Zhouyuan was originally very fascinated by what he said, but when he suddenly heard Fan Wenfeng say this, his expression changed. He immediately asked him, "Those teachers paid a lot of attention to my son?"

"Yes," Fan Wenfeng said, "There were three children in total. The other two looked older than An'an, but those teachers paid the most attention to An'an. But maybe it's because they're young, so they paid special attention to An'an. You know, those 3D prints are very hot, and it's easy to hurt your hands if you're not careful."

Hearing him say this, Ren Zhouyuan kept telling himself not to worry too much, but he still couldn't help but ask a lot of questions. In the end, he confirmed that those teachers probably paid special attention to him because he was young, and only then did he dare to relax.

At that moment, Ren Zhouyuan was a little glad that he wasn't the one bringing his son to Vichy today. Even though Fan Wenfeng was promoted and filled in a bunch of personal information, it wasn't his information. Even if someone really found out that An'an looked like Leonid, they wouldn't think it was related to him.

But Ren Zhouyuan had already secretly decided that he would never bring An'an to Vichy again. Although he felt a little sorry for An'an, and regretted that he couldn't see how he looked in class, he had to do this to not expose the two of them.

After that, Ren Zhouyuan found many other maker labs. Compared to Vichy, those labs were like small fries. Whether it was the equipment or the teachers, they were not even one-tenth as good as Vichy's.

He picked one that seemed to be the best. No matter how he compared it, he felt that Vichy was much better. But that lab's course fees were much higher than Vichy's. Ren Zhouyuan gritted his teeth and gave An'an the most expensive one. He just hoped that the difference wouldn't be too big.

He couldn't figure out how Vichy operated. The equipment was the best, and the teachers were probably the best. According to Fan Wenfeng, most of the teachers were foreigners, and they had interpreters to teach the children. That must have cost a lot, but the course fees were the lowest in the industry. He didn't even understand how other small companies could survive under Vichy.

He thought back to what Fan Wenfeng had told him. Leonid had used patents to support a lot of people, but no matter how smart that man was, an entire company couldn't rely on his brain alone to survive. If that was the case, he wouldn't need to start a company like that. He might as well focus on developing patents.

He couldn't understand. No matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't understand.

Ren Zhouyuan sighed. He didn't seem to understand that man. Whether it was when they first met, or how things had developed to this moment, he didn't seem to understand anything about that man.

Perhaps they were not meant to be the same person.

The words in front of him had been typed out by himself, but now they looked like strange hieroglyphics. Even the Chinese words that he was so proud of looked unfamiliar.

The atmosphere in the silence was a little awkward. He forced himself to calm down, but his hand that was holding the manuscript couldn't stop shaking.

Suddenly, a large palm landed on Ren Zhouyuan's hand. He froze. He was more shocked than nervous, and he looked up at the owner of the hand.

"Don't worry, I won't eat people," the owner of the hand said.