"Hmm... I personally think it's pretty good. Setting up a gallery and finding someone to manage it, I'll be the behind-the-scenes owner. I can drop by whenever I'm free, and when I don't feel like it, just stay at home and paint. When I'm in the mood, I can hang my paintings in the gallery to sell. As long as the money I earn is enough for me to spend—" While saying this, Xiangwan sketched out such a scenario in her mind and felt more and more longing, "What do you think?"
Su Chaoyang chuckled, "It does sound quite nice. How long have you been thinking about this?"
"Less than a minute..." It just came to her mind.
"Hmm?"
Xiangwan never intended to hide it from him, seeing his confusion, she sulkily explained what happened that morning: "This wasn't my idea, someone reminded me of it."
"Who?"
