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Nan Qing was indeed very interesting. She had been painting since primary school, and her talent was not just a hobby; she had a natural gift for it. Now she had become quite a well-known painter.

But she was a painter with a very distinct personality (lazyness), not willing to traverse mountains and rivers or endure hardships just for the sake of painting, even unwilling to toil from dawn till dusk. She painted solely based on her mood.

Perhaps it was exactly because of this pure and clear laziness, people described her work as—the least worldly paintings, the cleanest works of art in the world.

Su Cheng stared blankly at Fu Han, whose smiling presence exuded a kind of magic, drawing all eyes to her like a magnet.

"Hey, watch where you're looking," He Xing's voice was like a bucket of cold water poured over him.

Su Cheng's face turned completely red, especially when Fu Han turned her head upon hearing the voice, letting her gaze sweep over Su Cheng.