Zheng Xinxi got out of the car, gazing blankly at his surroundings, suddenly realizing he had nowhere to go.
In the past, he was a wealthy young master, and even if the old man scolded him, he could still rest at the outside mansion.
Back then, he was so glorious, not only hiding beauties in golden houses but also owning a villa in the most prosperous area of Xiang Island.
A single estate villa, even if left idle, by simply affixing a number plate with some club's name on the gate, could earn millions annually.
A million was mere pocket money to him in those days, until after the fall of the family and the dissipation of various bubbles, he suddenly realized that a million was something utterly unattainable for ordinary people.
Zheng Xinxi wandered aimlessly down the street, contemplating the collaboration invitation from Lin Beichen, with different faces flashing in his mind.
The Zheng Clan had indeed dissolved, but the descendants of the Zheng Clan were still alive.
