Shui Zhenyuan had given Su Weifeng twenty million yuan, and in total, he hadn't stayed for more than five minutes.
After coming out, Shui Zhenyuan actually said to Shui Lingling, "Let's sit at your place for a while. I still don't know what exactly it is that you do."
Shui Lingling rolled her eyes and said, "Then come in for a tour, dear father of mine."
Shui Lingling's company had already finished its renovations and had started business. It was a company purely dedicated to art.
Shui Zhenyuan had originally thought the place would be chaotic and filled with a smog of noise.
But in reality, it wasn't noisy at all. From some of the partitioned rooms, faint music could be heard, but the soundproofing was so good that not much sound reached the outside.
There were also people sitting in the outer hall, chatting in groups, but they weren't loud either.
Although everyone was dressed in those odd and unusual ways, at that moment, it wasn't bothersome to look at.
