Ye Zhenghua hurriedly said, "Alright, alright, there won't be a next time! I'll take her away now."

After apologizing, Ye Zhenghua turned to Meng Zihan and said, "Pack your things, let's go!"

Meng Zihan nodded, sobbing, quickly packed her things, and followed Ye Zhenghua out of the textile factory dormitory.

Throughout the journey, Ye Zhenghua's face remained terribly gloomy, as if a torrential downpour was imminent.

He couldn't help but curse, "You, you're always causing me trouble! In just a few days, you've gotten me into such a mess, and now I have to apologize. You've made me lose all face!"

Meng Zihan felt extremely wronged and muttered softly, "Uncle, it really wasn't my fault..."

Ye Zhenghua was too lazy to say anything more to her and glared at her.

"I'll let it go this time. I'll try to find you a new job. But if you don't work hard again, I really won't care about you anymore!"

Meng Zihan knew that Ye Zhenghua was really angry, so she didn't dare to say anything and could only lower her head and silently follow behind him.

In her heart, however, she hated He Chunhua, the female workers who had wronged her, and Li Xiumei who stood by and did nothing.

The Ye family now only has two bedrooms. Meng Zihan doesn't have a separate room, and they don't dare let the twins move out, so Ye Zhenghua moved out the old cot and put it in the living room.

"You can sleep here for the next few days. I'll ask around and see if I can find you a suitable job."

Looking at the narrow and hard cot, Meng Zihan felt even more aggrieved.

How did she end up like this, like a homeless orphan!