Just when Zhao Guangran was trying every possible way to fight for his own benefits, Cao Na was standing in front of a deserted campus bulletin board.
Looking at the announcement, she couldn't help but reach out to touch the lips in the photo, full of youthful vigor.
There was nothing but the coldness of the glass, no human warmth, and certainly no hand reaching out to touch hers, speaking hippie-like words with her.
"I regret it." Cao Na truly regretted it.
"Unfortunately, there's no way back." Cao Na took a deep breath.
In the past, her elder sister said that Zhao Gang and the others leaving Yangcheng and offending the Wang Family was a loss for Zhao Gang and his people.
But seeing their business step up more and more, and their profitable land ventures in Yangcheng also thriving in other cities, life was quite good.
Although Cao Na didn't know how much money they made, from the cars they drove, it was clear their days were unquestionably good.
