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Chapter 155 Sir, are you a fortune teller?
The man slowly lowered his head, "I understand." He bowed deeply to Zhang Mei again, "Sorry to bother you, I'll leave now."

Before leaving, the man took off his work clothes and returned them to the housekeeper.

The housekeeper was a little confused, "Aren't you the one brought here by the young master? Did the lady dismiss you?"

The man bit his lip and said in a low voice, "My lady doesn't need someone like me who has been in prison."

The butler was stunned for a moment, and he subconsciously took two steps back, "You, you have been in prison?"

The man was surprised and asked, "I thought you all knew about this matter. Didn't Mr. Shen tell you?"

The butler opened his eyes slightly, and he looked at the man with a little more guardedness in his eyes, "No. Our young master is kind-hearted and can't bear to see poor people like you living on the streets.

But you also know where we are. How could we possibly accept someone who has been in prison?"

The man lowered his eyes slightly and was silent for a moment. He suddenly thought of something and looked up and asked, "So, Mr. Shen didn't tell any of you that I've been in jail?"

"If the lady knew, she would definitely not agree."

The man opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but looking at the gorgeous decorations around him, he knew that his status was far different from that of people like them, and nothing he said could change the fact.

Thinking of this, the man closed his mouth and stopped talking.

The housekeeper gave the man five hundred yuan and let him go.

The man walked out of the villa with the money in his hand. He looked back deeply, walked forward a few steps, and squatted down against the wall.

Although he lost the job, he still wanted to thank Mr. Shen for extending a helping hand to him.

After serving twenty-one years in prison, the man no longer had any relatives. He was alone, disfigured, and lame. It was impossible for him to find a decent job that could earn enough to eat.

When he was standing on the bridge looking at the seemingly calm river, Shen Zhiyan called him, gave him some money to have a full meal, and promised him a job.

He said: "I am a person who has been in prison and just got out."

Shen Zhiyan asked: "Have you reformed?"

The man nodded. "I've already regretted the trouble I caused because of drinking many years ago." "Then give it a try. But it still depends on your ability and character. If you're not good enough, you can be fired at any time."

"Thank you, sir." After a pause, the man asked puzzledly, "Are you really not worried?"

Shen Zhiyan only said: "Of course, but seeing that you look kind, I still want to trust you once."

Thinking of this, the man reached out and touched the scar on his face. Mr. Shen was the first person who looked at his face and said that he looked kind.

However, Mr. Shen did not tell his family that he had been in prison. Why did Mrs. Shen know about it?

The man frowned, thought about it, and shook his head. Even if Mrs. Shen's family was poor more than 20 years ago, they would not appear in such a small place, let alone get acquainted with people like them.

The man waited until evening but Shen Zhiyan did not show up.

He looked up at the dark sky and guessed that if Mr. Shen had not returned by this time, he might have been delayed by something.

He stood up, holding on to the wall, and limped out.

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Shen Anran got out of the car and was about to walk into a nightclub in front of her with colorful lights on when she noticed something. She turned her eyes slightly and saw a somewhat hunched back on the street.

"Hello."

The man heard the voice, stopped, and slowly turned around. When he saw the pretty girl standing behind him, he was stunned. "Who are you?"

Shen Anran's mouth curled up slightly, "Fortune teller, do you need a fortune teller?"

The man gave a somewhat distant smile, "No need."

Just as the man turned to leave, Shen Anran said, "People who have just finished twenty-one years in prison will feel a little confused when they first come out. Sir, aren't you confused too?"

The man suddenly stopped where he was.