Xue Yang brewed himself a cup of tea, listening to the chirping insects and enjoying the evening breeze. It was quite pleasant. From time to time, he could hear the splash of water from the bathroom, along with the faint, sweet scent of shower gel.
It felt as if time had wound back to the days when he and Lin Xi lived together in Yancheng. He had transformed from an unknown freshman into a business owner saddled with millions in loans.
Time has flown by; half a year passed in a flash. A boss… well, a boss is just someone with more loans than ordinary people. Sometimes I wonder where I got the courage to take out so many loans for the apparel business. If I really couldn't pay them back, what would I do? Would I end it all with death, like those failed entrepreneurs in history?
