Zhao Ruolan heard this but didn't take the initiative to offer help.
After all, Zhang Xiaowei had just ignored her kindness; she was quite content to watch his awkwardness.
Now caught in a tricky situation, Zhang Xiaowei couldn't pretend he hadn't heard.
But he wasn't panicked; instead, he calmly asked Ma Weiwei, "Weiwei, how much money is needed to take over your sister's shop?"
Ma Weiwei was taken aback, clearly not expecting Zhang Xiaowei to actually discuss this matter with her.
"My sister's shop is in a more remote location, on the outskirts of the city. The annual rent is twenty thousand yuan, and the other expenses probably won't exceed ten thousand."
Hearing this, Zhang Xiaowei breathed a sigh of relief.
Heaven had eyes; it had finally given me, Zhang Xiaowei, a way out.
Thirty thousand yuan; he just happened to have that amount.
