Adelle was scared out of his wits, hurried over, explaining while he walked, "Father, I... I just, you know, I have no talent for business. So... I'm sorry, I won't do it again. I definitely won't. Really."
Prince Sambo quietly watched Adelle, without saying a word. Adelle's scalp began to tingle.
*Is this a new prelude to anger? I've never experienced this before.*
After a while, Prince Sambo pushed a small envelope lying on the coffee table towards Adelle, continued to look through the booklet in his hand, and said casually, "Go to the warehouse and get five million gold coins to fill the gap."
"Uh... Father, you wouldn't be trying to kick me out of the house, right? This is my inheritance, right?"
"I heard you made a good friend, making friends also costs money. You can't do business, but if you're good at making friends, that's a bright spot." Saying this, Prince Sambo closed the booklet he held, yawned, and stood up, "Get some rest early."
