Property Manager Yang Daxing stood stunned after listening, staring at Manager Kuang with an incredulous look.
"Get out of here now!"
Seeing that Yang Daxing didn't move, Manager Kuang yelled again.
Property Manager Yang Daxing's body trembled, and he fell to his knees with a thud.
"Manager Kuang, you're not unaware of my family's situation. I have an eighty-year-old mother and a baby who needs to be fed. I can't afford to lose this job!"
The employees present were all shocked; they hadn't expected the normally high-and-mighty property manager to end up in such a pathetic state.
Seeing Yang Daxing looking so pitiful, Manager Kuang seemed to soften a bit and turned to look at Wang Hao.
But Wang Hao didn't pay any attention, remaining as hard-hearted as ever, so Manager Kuang swallowed back the words he was about to say.
A crafty person like Yang Daxing, most of what he said was likely a lie, and Wang Hao didn't believe him at all.
