"You, young lady, are getting more and more cheeky," Luo Qinghe chuckled after a sip of his hot latte, "I've just revealed my identity. If you and Su Cheng were willing to reveal your real names, they'd similarly arrange a deluxe ward for you."
Nan Qing stuck out her tongue, "No way, I think it's great to be self-reliant like now. If I always relied on my family's protection, how boring would that be?"
"But how come I heard that the money to start your art studio was given to you by your parents?" Luo Qinghe's smile carried a hint of mischief, his handsome face gaining a bit of roguishness.
Nan Qing's face turned red and she puffed up her cheeks in a weak argument, "That's really not my fault. I said I'd go paint in the streets and do street art. My parents nearly had a fit, saying that if city management comes along, you won't even have a place to hide. They insisted on giving me an art studio. What was I supposed to do?"
