Martial Emperor was dressed in a light blue vintage dress today, loose-fitting with a wide neckline, three-quarter sleeves, and a broad belt at the waist that accentuated her lovely curves. Her long hair fell in large curls, and when she sat down, she naturally crossed her long legs, looking every bit the part—gentle and intellectual, yet steeped in that tea-like fragrance. She was exceptionally eye-catching.
An Dongsheng naturally knew Martial Emperor. Judging by the way he half rose to greet her, he was even rather courteous and respectful.
Martial Emperor's assessment was, "This is how he acts toward anyone capable of doing business with An City on equal terms. He's very easy to bully."
Ronan bared his teeth, then quickly frowned. "Didn't we agree to meet tonight?"
"Are you actually complaining that a lady arrived early?" Martial Emperor flicked open the cap of her drink bottle with one finger, sending the plastic cap spinning onto the table. "Then again, Lord Ronan, you two are here because you both want to be. It seems there's no need for one more person like me."
Tsk, this attitude... Was this the I'm unhappy, so I'm going to be unreasonable routine?
If they had been meeting alone, Ronan might have snapped back. But with An Dongsheng present, he could not quite judge how far to take his words, and was momentarily speechless.
Martial Emperor had technically been invited by him. After realizing that he needed more communication and verification with his "allies," he had sent her a message and arranged a time. Counting it out, that had been not long after he and An Dongsheng arrived at this clear bar.
Yet who would have thought that Martial Emperor would be this impatient?
For An Dongsheng, the two sides had only just established basic mutual