Brother, Don't You Have Any Ideas?

The two of them hugged tightly like brothers who had been separated for years, making the several men sitting stiffly nearby feel thoroughly strange. Emily in particular had never seen Li Ziran act so familiar.

They held each other for half a minute before reluctantly parting. At that moment, the smiles on their faces seemed carved in place, stiff and almost identical.

"Li, you all talk first. I'll go out and pour a cup of water." Knowing the formal discussion was about to begin, Emily hurriedly found an excuse to slip away.

"No need. Who wants water in the dead of winter? Emily, stay and chat with everyone. Councilman Iron Hammer oversees Ninth Street, so we'll definitely be troubling him often in the future. This discussion can't do without you." Li Ziran casually kept her there.

Since Emily handled the business, scenes like this were bound to be commonplace. She could not avoid them.

Seeing Li Ziran say so, the six slave owners beside him hurriedly chimed in, "Right, we're not thirsty. In weather this cold, who would be in the mood for water?"

"Miss, you should stay. It won't be much trouble."

Emily gave an awkward smile. These men were not usually so polite to her.

That dwarf third from the left alone had caused no end of trouble at the Mill. Now he was pretending to be refined.

Since Li Ziran wanted her to stay, she did not dare refuse. She gently closed the door, only to become awkward again. The room was too small; once she entered, there was practically nowhere left for her to sit.

Iron Hammer was still sharp-eyed. He directly picked up the chair behind him and brought it to the doorway. "Come, come, ladies first." Afraid Emily might refuse, he deliberately shoved the