Of course, ever since Little An Daifu had taught her this.
No one's wealth compares to having your own money. Only the money in your own hands can be spent freely, without any psychological burden.
"Then that must be prepared for myself!" Sikong Wuyou said helplessly, having no choice but to respond like this.
An Ning turned back and glared at him, "Sikong Wuyou, what exactly do you mean?"
She hated his attitude where everything seemed indifferent and unimportant.
It was as if everything could be taken lightly, including her.
Seeing the peculiar glances from the surrounding crowd staring at them, Sikong Wuyou couldn't be too reckless.
Thus, he could only explain, "What I mean is to leave it at your place first. When I have time, I'll come and teach you calligraphy, tea appreciation, playing the zither, and painting. How about that?"
"Since you like talented girls, why don't you find one proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting?" An Ning asked.
