I don't know if her words had any effect.
Liu Huaiying rarely came by. It was mostly Brother Biao who visited, bringing her Chinese meals, occasionally fixing her curtains, cooking for her, and checking the security locks on her doors.
In early March, she held an art exhibition at the museum. Most of the curation help came from classmates, naturally lacking the grand scene set up by Zhang Qisheng's connections.
Fortunately, professors from the painting and art theory departments came to the rescue, and after seven days, the exhibition gained a decent reputation.
At the university.
You could often hear stories about various gangs in Southern Chicago. A total of twenty gangs loitered around the vicinity of the University of Chicago, overtly arrogant and unreasonable.
Several gangs would frequently fight to the death over drugs, with shootouts in the streets late at night.
Inside the College of Art.
