Angelite had come to see Jiang Han not simply to commend her, but to remind her of something.
"Girl, your transport convoy can take today and tomorrow off."
"Hmm?"
Angelite interlaced her fingers on the desk, her smile serene.
"Treat today and tomorrow as holidays."
"You've got work for me?"
Jiang Han played dumb.
When an ordinary witch spoke with the upper ranks, she had to watch her words and actions at every moment. She could not let the other side lead her around by the nose. When it was time to play dumb, she played dumb; she absolutely could not cooperate with whatever the other side did.
Angelite narrowed her eyes and cast her gaze toward her.
The silence nearly froze the air.
One second, two seconds...
After what seemed like several minutes, Angelite finally brushed her lips. Her rosy red lips looked utterly enticing.
She slowly let out a breath.
"Swear an oath, Jiang Han."
Is that really necessary...? Jiang Han opened her mouth, but what came out was entirely different from what she was thinking.
"No problem, girl. What's the oath?"
"Secrecy."
Angelite stared into Jiang Han's eyes.
"A secrecy oath, with my name as the contract's guardian. Should you violate the contract, you will be fined one and a half million, and punished with fifteen days of running on a hamster wheel at the care home."
Rather helplessly, Jiang Han swore that she would not reveal the next operational assignment of her transport convoy, and that she would not voluntarily let others hear about this conversation.
...Of course, Jiang Han's gaze quietly swept toward the Giant Cat Lamp pharmacist outside the window, who appeared to be sleeping soundly but whose cat ears were sticking up like a donkey's.
Angelite nodded.
"...Very good, very good. I have