After leaving the hospital, Nina kept asking him, "Will you support me or not?"

John didn't want to lie to her, but he was afraid that she would be sad, so he had to figure out an excuse. "You haven't graduated yet. When we go back to Lexingport City, you can finish the remaining two years of study first."

"It doesn't hinder me from running a detective agency. Our school supports college students to start our own business." Nina shook his arm and blinked her big eyes. "I know what you are worried about. Can you support me? Okay? Okay?"

Every time she said "Okay", she shook his arm, like a poor kitten waiting for its owner to touch her head.

When John was about to lose his perseverance, he was still pulled by his remaining sanity, as if he had turned a deaf ear to her.

"Forget it. I don't need your support." Nina shook off John's arm angrily and turned to look out of the window.

Seeing the angry look on her face, John sat upright and said, "If you want to run a detective agency, you can only register it in the form of business investigation and information consulting. Your right to investigate and collect evidence is limited. If you want to get more authority,

He had no choice but to knock on the door of Vicente.

It was ten past six in the morning. Even if Vicente was so busy with his work that he went out early and came back late, it was not so early.

No one would be in a good mood if their sweet dream was interrupted all of a sudden. Vicente half opened his eyes, lifted the quilt and went to open the door with his brows furrowed.

He opened his eyes a crack and saw in a daze that the person in front of him was John. He said impatiently, "What are you doing in the early morning to disturb other's dreams?"

"Nina, he..." John suddenly stopped.

Vicente was wearing a man's silk nightgown, which made his skin snow-white. Except for his short hair and slightly sharp eyebrows, he didn't looked like a man at all.

Especially when he looked so close, his eyebrows were tattooed.

What really made John stop abruptly were the two balls of robe on Vicente's chest. 'I had never seen anyone with such a big chest muscle, not to mention that Vicente looked thin.'

For a moment, shock and embarrassment flashed through John's eyes. He turned around with a frown.

'I found a shocking secret.

Actually, Vicente is a woman.'