Liu Cuneng trembled when he heard that. He looked at the person who came in with surprise and fear.
Only after a few seconds did he come back to his senses. He struggled and begged, "I was wrong, I was wrong. I won't do it again. Please forgive me this time. I really know I was wrong. Please forgive me."
The man glanced at him disdainfully and said to the bodyguards in black, "Cripple his hand."
A simple sentence had already determined Liu Cuneng's fate.
Liu Cuneng's pupils shrank as he struggled even harder.
If he was merely dismissed, he could still use his hands and cooking skills to earn money to support his family in the future.
Even if she couldn't stay in City A any longer, he could still open a small restaurant in her hometown.
