I'm in Detective Conan, and I start with the Grand Theft Auto system.

Mingmei didn't say much. She put down the rag in her hand and walked to the two men who were still unconscious on the ground.

She bent down and dragged them across the café lobby, from the floor covered in broken porcelain and wood chips, all the way into the restroom, then closed the door behind her.

The whole process was clean and efficient, without any hesitation or unnecessary pauses.

After doing all this, she walked over to Eri Kisaki, straightened a surviving chair next to her, wiped away non-existent dust from the chair surface with her sleeve, and then turned to the side and smiled slightly:

"Attorney Fei, it's a mess here. Please sit on the other side. I'll make you another cup of coffee."

Eri nodded and sat down on a chair in a distant, unaffected area.

She watched as Akemi turned and went back behind the bar, skillfully grinding the coffee powder, adding water, and brewing it again. Soon, a steaming cup of coffee was placed in front of her.

Then Akemi picked up a broom and dustpan and began to bend down to clean up the broken cups and plates and the overturned tables and chairs on the ground. Her expression was calm, and she was not affected by the violent incident that had just occurred.

It's obvious that he's been through a lot to appear so calm and composed.

Eri held her coffee, her gaze falling through the lenses of her gold-rimmed glasses onto Akemi's busy figure.

Her gaze became somewhat complicated.

Her heart was pounding.

The woman named Mingmei in front of me, when dealing with the unconscious uninvited guest and cleaning up the mess, had such a calm and composed demeanor and an orderly rhythm that it was not like she was encountering such a thing for the first time.

She didn't even show any tension or unease, as if she were doing something she had done many times before.

This discovery heightened Eri Kisaki's unease even further.

She realized one thing: this was definitely not the first time Lin Shen had done something like this, which was "illegal and disorderly".

And this seemingly gentle and kind Miss Akemi clearly helped him clean up his messes quite a bit, making her a definite accomplice.

She took a sip of coffee, her mind racing.

Lin Shen is so arrogant and domineering. He doesn't seem to care about the other party calling the police or the police coming to his door. What kind of background makes him so unscrupulous?

Or is it that he already has enough confidence to deal with all possible consequences?

She then thought again, how many people who dare to open a shop to launder money don't have some kind of background?

Even without a powerful background, they must have enough capital to be arrogant, otherwise this store wouldn't have been able to stay open so peacefully until today.

She looked down at the dark brown liquid in the glass, her thoughts growing increasingly complicated.

Eri Kisaki is now facing a very real problem.

She knew very well that if she forced Xiaolan not to work here, given Xiaolan's personality, she would force herself to agree in order not to upset her.

Then Xiaolan will go to another shop to continue working and earning money.

Even if she, as the mother, were to sell all her savings to scrape together two hundred million yuan and give it to Xiaolan, Xiaolan would absolutely not accept it.

Xiaolan is such a sensible child. She knows that her mother works hard to earn money, so she will not accept the money no matter what.

Thinking of this, Eri Kisaki couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

Sometimes she felt that her daughter was so sensible that she didn't have to worry about her.

But sometimes, precisely because Xiaolan is so sensible, her mother feels a deep sense of guilt and helplessness.

For example, right now.

Xiaolan must have made up her mind to repay Yuanzi the money on her own.

Even if Sonoko says there's no rush or pressure to pay her back, given Ran's personality, she'll definitely want to pay off the debt as soon as possible.

Xiaolan is currently in her second year of high school, and will soon be a senior.

Even Eri Kisaki, a top student, worked incredibly hard in her senior year of high school to get into a top university!

The academic pressure in the third year of high school is no less than that in the second year.

Tutoring classes will definitely be packed from Monday to Sunday.

"Racing against time" is no longer just an adjective, it means exactly what it says!

Xiao Lan works here, so at least the work is easy. She can even read books, do homework, and slack off in her spare time. Lin Shen probably won't mind.

But if you were to work in a different place, like a convenience store, izakaya, or supermarket, you'd be standing for seven or eight hours straight, barely able to catch your breath. Forget about reading; you'd just want to collapse into bed as soon as you got home.

When Fei Ying thought of this, she couldn't help but rub her temples.

Then she couldn't help but curse in her heart: Kogoro Mouri, you idiot!

He took Xiaolan with him when he went out to work, but ended up getting his daughter involved in a kidnapping case and saddled with a mountain of debt!

She was truly desperate about her husband.

They are vain, love to boast, and lack self-awareness.

She no longer wanted to comment on him.

Eri lowered her hand, her gaze returning to the wall behind the bar, which was filled with coffee bean jars, as she quickly considered what to do.

She needed a solution, a reasonable solution that could help Xiaolan without Xiaolan noticing.

She thought about it for a long time.

Finally, I came up with a solution.

That method did indeed violate Eri Kisaki's long-held principles.

But when it comes to family, principles sometimes really don't matter.

She sat there silently for a long time, then let out a soft sigh.

She picked up her coffee cup, took a sip, and muttered to herself, "In the end... I still became the kind of person I hated the most."

Just as she was reflecting on her own thoughts, the bathroom door was pushed open.

Lin Shen came out, his hands were wet, and he was slowly wiping his slender fingers with a tissue.

His expression was relaxed and cheerful, as if he had just washed his hands rather than having a friendly exchange of physical therapy information.

He crumpled the tissue he had used to wipe his hands into a ball and tossed it into the trash can in the corner. Smiling, he walked over to the chair next to Eri Kisaki and sat down, saying in a teasing tone:

"I just don't understand. Why do people insist on getting beaten up before they'll talk about things that could be resolved by simply speaking up?"

"A wise man submits to circumstances; if you don't even understand such a simple principle, how dare you venture into society?"

"I really don't understand what's going on in these people's heads!"

Eri Kisaki, holding her coffee cup, gave a bitter smile after hearing these words: "Yes... discretion is the better part of valor."

"The world is dynamic; nothing is static."

What I used to insist on seems so trivial now.

Lin Shen sensed the unusual emotion in her tone and turned his head slightly to glance at her expression:

"Attorney Fei, why are you suddenly so sentimental? This isn't like you."

Eri Kisaki reached out and adjusted her gold-rimmed glasses, her movements unhurried, and her tone regained the composure and orderliness characteristic of a lawyer.

She put down her coffee cup, the bottom of which made a crisp sound on the tray. Then she looked up at Lin Shen and said, word by word, "I've just figured out a principle."

She paused for a moment, looking directly into Lin Shen's eyes. "President Lin, I think I can help you."

"Similarly, I hope you can do me a favor."