Jiang Jingtian ranked first on the Forbes list at the age of thirty-seven.
The host asked him excitedly: "Mr. Jiang is so successful, does he have any regrets in his life?"
Jiang Jingtian held the photo album in his hand and looked at the girl's green smile in the photo.
Looking at Juanxiu's confession letter above, it is the font of school belle Meng Wanning.
He couldn't help but reveal a bitter smile.
He prepared a grand confession ceremony. Rare tulips were planted throughout the city, and crystals were worth ten million each, just for Song Mingyue, who was the only one to vote for him as sports committee member for three consecutive years.
He chased Song Mingyue for twelve years, and everyone said that he was as affectionate as a licking dog.
Even if he becomes a billionaire CEO, he is still willing to fall under the skirt of that white moonlight who is hot and cold at times.
But when Jiang Jingtian inadvertently organized the photo album, there was a confession letter floating in the cracks.
It was Meng Wanning's young love, and he also knew that Meng Wanning was the only one in the class who voted for him as the monitor for three consecutive years.
But he mistakenly thought that it was Song Mingyue who voted for him.
Until I saw Meng Wanning's letter.
Only then did he realize that everything had been paid in error.
Meng Wanning died that summer forever.
Jiang Jingtian said word by word: "I want to go back to the summer when I was eighteen."
