Chiang Xiao sighed helplessly.
It seemed that besides urgently improving her physical fitness, another pressing matter was making money.
She pushed open the window to check the sky, which was just starting to brighten—it was probably a little after five in the morning.
Currently, there wasn't even a clock in the house, and she didn't have a cell phone or watch to check the time, which was quite uncomfortable.
Moreover, if she wanted to practice painting, she couldn't always use the Magic Brush; painting supplies were needed as well, and those cost money.
Money, money, money. Money isn't everything, but without it, everything is impossible.
