"Clever little devil." Ye Huang shook the toy dog, wanting to hear what else it would say.
But the toy dog stopped talking.
"Is that all?" Ye Huang muttered to himself, waiting a bit longer, but the dog didn't say anything more. Instead, it alerted him of a low battery warning and needed recharging.
This quality...
It can only say three sentences?
Ye Huang felt a tinge of regret as he searched through his suitcase for the dog's charger.
Nonexistent!
"Could the silly girl have forgotten to pack the charger?!"
Ye Huang went out and handed the dog to Ah Hu: "Get it a charger."
Ah Hu looked at the toy dog in shock: my god, when had Young Master Ye become so childish?
The astonished looks from his subordinates made Ye Huang feel uncomfortable. Since elementary school, he hadn't been followed by a stuffed toy.
He put on a stern face and drew out his words: "Hmm?"
"Yes, I'll go handle it right away."
