Na'er Tearfully Accused Them: You Have Salaries, Bonuses, and Streaming Revenue Shares, Yet You Won't Give Me a Cent

Di Tian instinctively covered his stomach. "Not that much."

Na'er stared at him for two seconds, clearly not believing a single word.

She reached out and slapped Di Tian's round belly.

Smack.

His belly visibly jiggled twice.

Di Tian: "..."

Na'er: "..."

The air fell silent.

Na'er's purple eyes gradually widened, while her face gradually darkened.

She had only thought Di Tian looked fatter in recent livestreams. But after actually touching him—how was this just "a little fatter"?

He was practically evolving from the Beast God into the Ball God.

"I underestimated you."

"You dead fat dragon."

Na'er raised her foot and viciously kicked Di Tian.

Di Tian did not budge. Instead, Na'er's own foot hurt badly from the impact. Hugging her foot, she hopped in place twice, her expression growing even darker.

Di Tian silently lowered his head and glanced at his stomach, then touched it.

He actually felt a little wronged.

How was he fat? He was merely somewhat plump.

"Young Mistress, that's enough."

Helplessly, he held down Na'er's little hand as she tried to continue causing trouble. "Go back first. Xiong Jun and the others are all working, and I need to return too."

By this point, Di Tian was actually getting anxious.

Shen Qingyi was still within the range of his spiritual perception, but the distance between them had already become too great.

His actual job was, after all, to protect the Dragon Queen's mother.

Because of this matter with Na'er today, he had already seriously neglected his duties.

If anything really happened, forget his salary—he could just tear off his own dragon head and offer it as an apology.

Yet there was no way to explain this to Na'er.

Di Tian knew why Na'er was angry.

From Na'er's perspective, this was indeed absurd.

Back then,