The servants brought up two large half-meter-long redwood boxes.
When opened, they were remarkably filled with neatly arranged gold bars.
The dazzling sight nearly blinded Bai Zhi'er.
The little one waved his tiny hand: "Oh, no! I can't take Fourth Brother's money. Zhi'er wants to earn silver on my own. It's useful!"
The Princely Heir Bai Daoyan had a graceful smile, his presence distinguished.
He wore a ruby of excellent quality on his index finger and, hearing this, lightly tapped the table.
"I understand my sister's meaning. Two boxes aren't enough, correct? Bring another two boxes over!"
Bai Zhi'er's eyes widened as she quickly jumped off the stool, spreading her arms to block the doorway, not allowing the servants to leave.
"Fourth Brother!" The little one stomped her foot anxiously.
Helplessly, she simply explained the reason.
Bai Daoyan initially wore a spoiling smile.
