Angel stared at Li with her big eyes as if she wanted to swallow him whole. Then she suddenly broke into clear, ringing laughter and asked, "But really, why are you avoiding me? Look at me—am I really that scary? Hmph. Is that the Labor Camp over there? I've decided. We have to go there today!" Seeing Angel act like this, David could not help giving Li a wry smile. In truth, Li himself had a splitting headache.
Although Bradman was not particularly interested in Angel, in the eyes of most nobles, Angel and Bradman's engagement was practically set in stone. If Angel kept acting this way toward him, word would reach Bradman's ears sooner or later.
Even if Bradman did not overthink it, he would still have to consider the rumors.
By then, with a debuff for cuckolding Bradman hanging over his head, it would be hard not to die. Of course, Li was not afraid of Bradman. It was just that once they fell out completely, it would be difficult to clean up the mess.
The laborers had already finished work, and it was time for dinner.
Two iron pots had been set up in the middle of the camp. The hot soup inside boiled constantly, no longer giving off that inexplicable stench from before. Instead, it carried the aroma of food.
The three hundred laborers lined up in an orderly fashion, waiting to be served.
They no longer looked like starving ghosts either. It seemed this place was managed fairly well.
Jess, who was busy in the Labor Camp, suddenly spotted Li in the distance.
He hurried over at a jog. "Lord August, th-this... why have you come? You didn't even let this little one know beforehand. Ah, and this beautiful young lady and this noble lord—how