Su Dazhi immediately said, "Boss, there really is a problem—can I apply for a dormitory at the factory? My house... needs major repairs."

The factory manager hesitated for a moment, then said, "Alright! However, I can only allocate you a bed in a four-person room. It's impossible for you to bring your wife along!"

Su Dazhi nodded and bowed: "A four-person room is fine enough. I will never forget the great kindness and virtue shown by the leader!"

Just then, the door to the factory manager's office was kicked open.

A disheveled woman rushed in; it was Guan Yumei.

It turned out that she had come back with the people the factory manager had sent to Su Dazhi's house, and had been listening at the door for a long time.

She swiftly slashed at Su Dazhi's face with two claws: "You heartless Su Dazhi! I've been listening outside for ages, and you really do despise me!"

Taking advantage of Su Dazhi's evasiveness, she plopped down on the ground: "I don't want to live anymore! I've already been sentenced to 15 years! Once this bastard in my belly is born, I'll have to go to jail! What do you mean by applying for a dormitory now? Trying to get rid of me? Let me tell you, Su Dazhi, no way! Even if you get rid of this old hag, you can't get rid of this little devil in my belly!"

Su Dazhi dodged in time, but a shallow red mark appeared on his face.

He looked constipated and hesitated to speak.

The factory manager hurriedly stood up, hid far away at the door, and then stepped out: "Master Su, since your wife doesn't agree, then there's no need to discuss the dormitory matter anymore."

Just kidding, a pregnant woman who has to go to jail after giving birth to her child has unparalleled fighting power.

The factory manager didn't want to be caught in the crossfire.

The police officers then filed away.

As he left, he tossed the documents into Su Dazhi's arms.

Finally, only Su Dazhi and Guan Yumei remained in the huge office.