What?! Wang Dazhi looked up abruptly.
"Factory manager, I... I feel so wronged," Wang Dazhi said, pounding his chest in distress.
"I don't care what your reasons are. Since you and Comrade Zhao can't live together anymore, then you should agree to Comrade Zhao's request and get a divorce."
“Yes, Wang Dazhi, what’s the point of you dragging this out? You might as well get divorced sooner rather than later; it would be better for everyone,” Director Sui added, following closely behind.
"that is……"
Other factory leaders or employees who felt Wang Dazhi had too many family matters also spoke up.
Inside the house, hearing the voices outside, Zhao Qinglan, who was holding her daughter, finally smiled.
The squeaky wheel gets the grease. Look how much support she's gained by going all out.
It seems that divorce isn't as difficult as she imagined; it's just a pity that she didn't understand or dare to do so before.
Wang Dazhi and his family naturally did not want him to get a divorce. If he did, where would they find a cheap nanny like Zhao Qinglan?
However, compared to Wang Dazhi's career prospects, Zhao Qinglan, the cheap nanny, was naturally unimportant.
After the leaders left, the Wang family's gate was closed.
Old Wang looked at the closed bedroom door and sighed, "Dazhi, if it doesn't work out, just get a divorce."
"Divorce her, we don't want her anymore, Dazhi, let's divorce her and find someone better." Old Mrs. Wang snorted at the bedroom door.
Perhaps he was also scared by Zhao Qinglan's antics, or perhaps he was genuinely afraid of affecting his work, Wang Dazhi nodded emphatically.
Wang Xiaofei and Wang Xiaoyan couldn't quite explain the complex emotions they were feeling at that moment.
When their father remarried, they were very resistant to it and constantly fought against and caused trouble for their stepmother, Zhao Qinglan, even bullying her stepsister.
But now that their father is getting a divorce, they will become motherless children again, and they seem to feel a little reluctant to part with Zhao Qinglan.
Hearing that the Wang family was also softening their stance, Zhao Qinglan put the kitchen knife under her pillow and coaxed her daughter to sleep.
Go to sleep, go to sleep. When we wake up tomorrow morning, we'll be free.
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