They were all people who had been hurt before.
Jian Xi sighed, "Silly girl, if you don't paint, how will you live in the future?"
"I have money on hand! Most of the salary you gave me has been saved." Cheng Ling playfully stuck out her tongue, "Even if I do nothing, I won't go hungry for the rest of my life."
"So, you want to be unemployed for life?"
"I can still do other things! As a girl, when I reach the right age and meet the right person, getting married will do."
Jian Xi looked at Cheng Ling, who had no backbone at all, and couldn't suppress her irritation, "I'll go and kill that old man for you, so you can continue painting."
"Pfft!" Cheng Ling laughed, "Sister, you think you can kill someone with that tiny frame of yours?"
Jian Xi looked down at herself, nodded forcefully, and said with utmost sincerity, "I can also set fires!"