Evelyn Linton simply rushed over and reached out to grab Scott Sutton’s phone.

Once she lit up the screen, she saw it needed a fingerprint unlock, so she handed the phone back to Scott Sutton, angrily saying, "Unlock your phone."

Scott Sutton glanced at the phone but didn’t reach for it, instead saying, "You’re invading my privacy."

"Stop with the nonsense, unlock it quickly. I just want to see if you have that livestream app on your phone!"

Scott Sutton calmly said, "You don’t have the right to check my phone."

Evelyn Linton was too impatient to argue, so she directly grabbed his hand and pressed his thumb onto the fingerprint scanner.

Scott Sutton didn’t struggle and just let her unlock the phone using his hand.

The phone screen stayed on the closed livestream room that Evelyn Linton had already shut down.

When Evelyn Linton returned to the homepage and saw the username "Penny," she burst out angrily, "It really is you! What exactly are you trying to do?"

Scott Sutton slowly got out of bed and stood up, taking his phone back calmly, saying confidently, "Is watching livestreams illegal?" 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

Evelyn Linton was momentarily speechless at his question, thinking carefully that perhaps Scott Sutton indeed hadn’t done anything wrong, but she still found him suspicious.

"Why did you mysteriously rent a place, sneak into my livestream, and tip me so much money? What are your intentions?"

Scott Sutton raised an eyebrow and replied, "What do you think my intentions are?"

Evelyn Linton was questioned again.

Scott Sutton had been living there for almost a month altogether and indeed hadn’t done anything shady; he had also genuinely paid the promised utility bill a few days ago.

But all of these strange actions made Evelyn Linton feel there was something wrong with him.

After a few seconds of pondering, Evelyn Linton pursed her lips, stammering, "Do you... do you actually like me?"

At those words, Scott Sutton couldn’t help but laugh.

Evelyn Linton felt as if she’d been mocked, her face turning red at once, hastily adding, "Otherwise, why did you surreptitiously tip me so much money? Do you sympathize with me because starting a business is hard?"

Before Scott Sutton could reply, Evelyn Linton continued, "If it’s out of sympathy, you don’t have to give me your money, I don’t need it! A gentleman earns his money honestly; every penny I earn is clean, I don’t need your pity!"

Scott Sutton calmly explained, "Spending on the platform is just a personal hobby, you don’t have the right to limit my interests, do you?"

Evelyn Linton: "Stop arguing with me, I know you have a lawyer’s license and can out-talk me, but I have my own principles. I’m going to calculate the tips you gave me and return every penny to you!"

Evelyn Linton rushed back to her room, took out the tipping records, only to find Scott Sutton had tipped nearly a million.

This would be split evenly with the platform, so if she returned everything, she’d lose half a million.

The thought hurt her, but she’d already spoken her mind.

Moreover, she indeed didn’t want such money; otherwise, she’d always feel indebted to Scott Sutton.

While Evelyn Linton was calculating, Scott Sutton had finished his bath and was ready to lie down and rest when Evelyn came over to knock on the door again.

"Um... I counted, rounded up it’s ninety-seven million; the card linked to my phone doesn’t have that much, give me a bank account, I’ll transfer it to you tomorrow at the bank."

Scott Sutton leaned against the doorframe, looked down at her, and asked, "Are you serious?"

Evelyn Linton pursed her lips, saying, "...Actually, I only received a little over four hundred thousand from you; the platform split half. I think you’re an adult and should be responsible for your spending, so... consider the platform’s half your own expense for enjoyment; I’ll round up and return fifty thousand to you, okay?"

Scott Sutton couldn’t help but smile, realizing the girl was troubled about this matter.

"I saw that host named Wang hanging in second place on your list, spending quite a bit as well. Are you returning his money?"

Evelyn Linton immediately retorted, "He’s different from you."

Scott Sutton furrowed his brow and pursued, "How is he different? Is his money more valuable than mine?"

Evelyn Linton: "He’s also a host; when he tips me, I’ll tip him in return. It’s normal for hosts to exchange gifts."

Scott Sutton: "Then it’s not normal for fans to gift hosts?"

Evelyn Linton: "You’re not my fan; you’re just foolishly throwing money around, but I’m not taking your money, I don’t want to owe you. If you can’t spend your money, there are many pretty girls on our platform; tip them, they’ll sweetly call you ’brother’."

Scott Sutton’s attitude shifted quickly, nodding as he said, "Alright, then return the money."

Evelyn Linton paused, glanced at Scott Sutton, saying, "...I can only transfer it to you tomorrow morning at the bank."

Scott Sutton: "Is there anything else?"

Evelyn Linton felt Scott Sutton’s emotional change and was pondering if she’d said anything wrong, shook her head, and softly said, "...No."

Scott Sutton replied coldly, "Then I need to rest."

"...Okay." Evelyn Linton pursed her lips, hesitated, and stepped back.

Scott Sutton immediately closed the door, cutting off the room’s light, and everything turned dark.

Evelyn Linton stared at the door, pondering for a few seconds, unable to pinpoint the oddity, feeling a sense of blockage.

Back in her room, soaking in the tub, using her phone, she discovered Belle had nearly bombarded her phone with messages during her outing.

Belle had watched the livestream tonight, naturally sending messages to gossip about her and Scott Sutton.

She even said, "I was just out chatting, and you two hit it off?"

"Great, smelly Evelyn, you’ve ditched your friend for love and aren’t replying to my messages anymore!"

Evelyn Linton slowly typed a response: I just finished streaming, had time to check my phone now.

Belle almost replied instantly, asking: What’s up with you and Fourth Young Master Sutton?

Evelyn Linton: What’s there to be up with? It’s still the same as before.

Belle: Who are you fooling? Your face turned tomato red on the stream!

Evelyn Linton: That’s because I sang in front of so many people, afraid of messing up.

Belle: Fine, I’ll believe you for now, is Cash King him?

Evelyn Linton paused before typing her response: How would I know? I’m getting ready to take a bath and sleep, not chatting with you; come back tomorrow and ship the goods!

After putting down her phone, Evelyn Linton still felt unsettled, bothered in the tub, she sank lower, submerging herself in the water...

After staying below the surface for a few seconds, she felt breathless and emerged.

Shaking off the water in her hair, she forced herself not to think anymore about Scott Sutton.

He’s merely an ordinary tenant, not even considered a friend yet. There’s no need to be troubled by his matters.