Bang!
Cheng Tianxue's brows chilled, and with a heavy slam, she placed the teacup on the table.
Her cold gaze was fixed on Song Fuzhong.
"Don't want to work, huh? You can leave right now! As for your salary, I will transfer it to your account later." Cheng Tianxue said emotionlessly.
"Ah! Mr. Cheng, please don't! I've been with the company for a long time and have made countless contributions. Please don't fire me!" Song Fuzhong pleaded urgently.
"Wasn't it you who said you didn't want to work?" Cheng Tianxue countered.
"I was wrong, Mr. Cheng! Please give me one more chance, I promise I won't do it again." Song Fuzhong begged urgently.
"Humph! Shut your mouth!" Cheng Tianxue commanded coldly.
Unwilling to give up, Song Fuzhong glanced at Zhang Xiaohao and reluctantly took a seat.
