"Mr. Wang, do you like Liu Bao's paintings?" A sudden voice sounded behind the two, startling Wang Dao and Zhou Qi. They turned around abruptly, only to see Zhao Hanzhang standing behind them, hands behind her back, looking at them with a quizzical expression.
Zhao Hanzhang, realizing something, smiled and said, "I arrived this morning, my footsteps were heavy. I thought you would have heard, but it seems you were so engrossed, I startled both of you. It was my fault."
Zhao Hanzhang apologized, and they repeatedly said they didn't dare blame her. Wang Dao looked like he wanted to say something but hesitated, then couldn't hold back, "Great General, how did you acquire these paintings?"
