Zhang Dechou's face looked as terrible as if he had eaten shit. He looked at Chen Fan with regret plastered all over his face, pleading desperately, "Big brother, dad, grandpa, ancestor, I know I was wrong. Please give me a chance. I'll tear up this contract right now, and I don't want the fifty thousand yuan either. I'll never think about messing with that girl again. Please talk to our boss and ask him not to fire me."
Chen Fan sneered at him, "Do you think that's possible?"
Zhang Dechou's face showed complete despair. "Dad, give me a chance..."
Chen Fan rolled his eyes, "I certainly don't have a son like you."
Zhao Cui, who overheard that her husband had lost his job, rushed over with a look of panic on her face. She grabbed the collar of his shirt and demanded, "Is it true that you lost your job?"
Zhang Dechou nodded his head with a pained expression.
