Chapter 381 The Electronic Pet is a Spoiled, Greedy Little Brat (10)

Chapter 381 The Electronic Pet is a Spoiled, Greedy Little Brat (10)

Song Chuyi snapped out of it and glanced at him.

He looked skeptical.

Ning Tong chuckled, "Wanna check my account?"

Song Chuyi crossed his arms, his head slightly raised.

"Just because you’re rich doesn’t mean you don’t care about my pocket change."

"Hmph!"

Ning Tong gave a wry smile, but this reminded him.

He actually... really cared about the kid’s money.

The kid didn’t make money easily. If he spent his savings on himself, that’d be one thing.

But he went to a foreign platform to tip other streamers.

Even if it was just a dollar tip, he never saw the kid tip him.

Ning Tong looked down and admitted it.

"I do care about your cash."

Song Chuyi: !!!

He knew it!

He backed away two steps, and a giant nut popped up to block him.

Ning Tong had taken his light sword, but he still had the big nut!

The nut could stop Ning Tong from grabbing his money.

Ning Tong casually moved the nut aside.

"Going on foreign platforms is one thing, but tipping other streamers is another."

"Money’s hard to come by."

Song Chuyi felt a twinge of guilt.

How did Ning Tong know he’d tipped other streamers?

"Cough," he cleared his throat and extended a finger, "It was just a dollar."

Ning Tong tapped his fingers on the table, "A dollar can get you a pack of spicy strips."

Song Chuyi slowly widened his eyes.

That's right, a dollar can get you a pack of spicy strips.

Now that I think about it, it feels like a waste.

"Now you know?" Ning Tong said again.

Song Chuyi nodded earnestly. "I understand."

"Next time, I won’t tip more than a dime."

Ning Tong nearly laughed out of exasperation.

After all that, he still wants to tip others?

Why doesn’t the kid tip him for his effort?

"Don’t even spend a dime on strangers," he taught.

"You work so hard for your money, why spend it on others?"

If you’re going to spend it, it should be on me.

Song Chuyi blinked, thinking Ning Tong had a point.

He works too hard to waste his money on others!

He should save it all for himself!

"You’re right, you’re right!" Song Chuyi nodded emphatically. "I won’t waste my money on others!"

"I’m done tipping streamers."

Not even a dime!

Ning Tong was pleased.

"Good, save the money you earn."

Song Chuyi hummed in agreement, then suddenly thought of something and extended his chubby hand.

His chubby hand opened, fingertips faintly pink.

"Can you reimburse me for today’s one yuan?"

He gazed at Ning Tong eagerly.

"If Mr. Ning reimburses me, it’s not me tipping."

"That’d be Mr. Ning tipping."

Ning Tong: ...

Even though this made no sense, he couldn’t help but feel tempted.

Better to spend his money than the kid’s.

So Ning Tong went ahead and reimbursed Song Chuyi.

Not just one yuan, but a whole six yuan!

Six times the amount, making Song Chuyi overjoyed.

Ning Tong was supposed to attend a meeting today, but he got delayed while teaching the kid.

His assistant came by twice to remind him, but Ning Tong sent him away both times.

Compared to those dull meetings with adults who are supposed to be responsible, teaching the kid was more important.

Ning Tong skipping the meeting threw the whole thing into chaos, and in the end, they couldn’t figure out how to move forward with the project.

The assistant came in with the update.

In the past, Ning Tong would’ve gone through the list one by one and told them to leave.

But today, Ning Tong just waved his hand. "Let them handle it on their own."

"If they can’t fix it, they’ll have to figure it out."

"Then hire someone—someone will figure it out."

He didn’t have the patience for these people. They’ve been around for decades and still aren’t as sharp as the kid.

The kid knows to ask for reimbursement after spending money; can’t these adults ask for help with the messes they make?

Unbelievably clueless.

Mao handles the big issues in the group, and they can’t even manage the little things they’re given—they should just quit.

In the past, Ning Tong would’ve given them a piece of his mind, but now all his patience is devoted to the kid.

The kid was very happy after getting reimbursed and finally got access to a bigger recharge limit.

Even though it was just a 100-yuan limit. Still, it’s way better than the old 6-yuan limit.

Ning Tong juggled tasks, topping up the account while asking Song Chuyi:

"When did you get so close to Mao?"

Song Chuyi sat on the small chair, his short legs swinging back and forth.

"We’re like cats—we just click."

"Mr. Ning, you don’t understand—it’s like attracts like."

Ning Tong gave him an amused look. "I only know that opposites attract."

Song Chuyi tilted his head. "Then Mr. Ning, do you attract the opposite sex?"

Ning Tong: …

The kid’s quick wit surprised him.

If the kid weren’t so bad at processing info, he might even be smarter than Mao.

But if the kid were to control the online world, who knows what kind of mess the internet would be in?

As if imagining that scene, Ning Tong’s eyes sparkled with a faint smile.

"I’m not interested in those things."

As he spoke, his tone turned noticeably colder.

He still preferred loyal and rational numbers over humans.

But... the little one was an exception.

At least the little one wasn't a rational digital entity.

Perhaps bored from sitting on the small chair, the little one fetched a small basin.

Filled with water, he rolled up his pants and began soaking his feet.

His tender, slightly chubby calves seemed to catch all the light on the screen, making them hard to miss.

Ning Tong paused his money-recharging task.

"Why are you soaking your feet?" he asked.

Song Chuyi tilted his head, lifted his right foot, and splashed water onto the screen, which slowly dripped down.

"Soaking feet can relieve fatigue," he said in a slightly childish voice. "Mr. Ning, would you like to soak your feet too?"

"Let's soak our feet together!"

Ning Tong thought for a moment, then called his assistant on the internal line, asking him to prepare a basin of hot water and bring it to his office.

Though puzzled, the assistant complied.

Within minutes, Ning Tong was soaking his feet just like Song Chuyi.

The warmth spread from his calves, instantly relieving his fatigue.

Ning Tong's eyes narrowed slightly, showing a bit of enjoyment.

"Not bad," he said approvingly.

"Soaking feet is really comfortable."

Song Chuyi hummed softly, "Of course, let's soak our feet together~"

He splashed water restlessly, landing it on the screen.

Ning Tong looked at the screen, now splashed with water droplets, and lightly touched it with his fingertips, a thought arising.

He wished the water could fall on him.