Commander Xue was a little bewildered after facing great turmoil.
Ruan Qi looked at his expression, and her delicate eyebrows slowly knit together.
"Hey, you don't really plan on having me work as unpaid labor, do you?"
The little girl's peach blossom eyes widened slowly, like a cat ready to puff up its fur at any moment.
Xue Tan: "..."
The towering image of 'Your Dad' in his heart rapidly crumbled.
...
In the end, Xue Tan, who spoke of nothing but code and not money, turned to Xie Ding for help.
Xie Ding prepared a large table of food, then started to haggle with Ruan Qi.
"Xiao Qi," he said as he picked up a rib with the serving chopsticks and placed it in the little girl's bowl, "what do you think would be a fair price for this?"
The little girl unceremoniously ate the rib.
Then she held up five fingers, "Two hours per lesson, four lessons a month, five million."
"!" Xie Ding's hand trembled, and the meatball on his chopsticks rolled off onto the ground.