Chapter 9

The day I went back to the school to collect my diploma, a figure suddenly leaped in front of my car.

Thankfully, the driver had already stopped the car.

I frowned and rolled down the window, revealing Tang Wenbin's unshaven face, his eyes bloodshot, clinging desperately to the window and pleading for mercy.

"Zhiwei, I know I was wrong. Please forgive me, baby."

"I was really tempted by Mao Yingying. It's all her fault for continually provoking me. Please forgive me, okay?"

Tang Wenbin hasn't been doing well recently.

No.

To be precise, he's been doing very poorly.

Ever since we broke up, no one has been there to support his entrepreneurial endeavors unconditionally.

He set his sights on the internet industry, wanting to start from the ground up in operations, train well-known influencers, and build something big, but his ambitions were too lofty.