Unable to sleep, Lin Mo once again picked up his phone.
He intended to search the internet for information to prepare for tomorrow's tasks, but he found that his classmates were still chatting in the group.
Glancing through the messages,
despite the sarcastic remarks, Zhang Yihua was still in the group explaining his animation studio and its future prospects.
It was clear that he was desperate, otherwise he wouldn't keep trying despite knowing there wasn't much hope.
Lin Mo couldn't bear to watch anymore and since he had already planned to invest in Zhang Yihua, he simply composed a short message and sent it out.
[@Zhang Yihua, I think your project is pretty good, how much are you short? I'll invest!]
Though it was the wee hours of the morning, Lin Mo's statement once again livened up the class group.
[Yo? Haven't seen you in a few days and now you're so rich, Lin?]
[Worthy of the man who married the class beauty!]
