"Ruolan, wait for me."
Zhang Xiaowei hurried out of the car, chasing after Zhao Ruolan.
He couldn't just give up on borrowing money.
Even if he couldn't borrow three hundred million, borrowing thirty million would do.
Get the project started first; the rest of the money could be filled in slowly.
"This is an art exhibition. Why are you following me? Do you understand art?"
Zhao Ruolan turned her head to look at Zhang Xiaowei, who was quickly catching up, and gave him a displeased glance.
Zhang Xiaowei didn't mind and laughed: "Isn't there a saying, 'Art comes from life'? I may not understand art, but I do understand life."
"I don't care about you. When you go in, don't touch other people's things recklessly, and don't criticize their stuff, got it?"
Seeing she couldn't stop Zhang Xiaowei, Zhao Ruolan could only remind him to be careful.
Zhang Xiaowei nodded and suddenly asked with curiosity, "By the way, are there any Buddhism-related exhibits here?"
