The catgirl in red, strikingly like Dongfang Bubai, was Du Lingxuan; the catgirl in a black dress, a shorter version of the Sleeping Cat Lamp, was Histeria.
Jiang Han beckoned to them.
"Come sit down. There are no customers today, so we've got the bar and the whole place to ourselves!"
She noticed Lu Jieshan wink at her with her left eye and returned it with a smile.
"And this friend of mine is treating us to cocktails."
"Coming, sisters." Du Lingxuan jogged over in a whirlwind and plopped herself down on one of the elevated little sofas.
Her ever-smiling face always brightened people's moods. As long as she did not talk quite so much or have quite so much curiosity, she would have been the embodiment of all things wonderful. Sadly, people could not control the growth of their fingernails—Witches could!—nor could they control their inborn urge to talk and their curiosity.
Du Lingxuan's eyes darted around.
"Hannie, don't you work here too?"
"Yeah. I originally came here as an intern with Jing, but Manager Qin Shunying took a liking to me and offered me a part-time job," Jiang Han replied.
"Then doesn't that count as stealing while guarding the store?" Du Lingxuan asked, her face full of curiosity.
Jiang Han's answer was to give that cat head a claw.
"Idiot. You don't even know that working steadily at certain shops for a long time gets you extra benefits. You really are an immortal fairy untouched by the mortal world," Xiya said as she slowly walked over and slowly sat down.
The Pharaoh Giant Cat Lamp looked as though she was only one thermos cup away from starting a wellness regimen.
Du Lingxuan glanced at her.
"Sister, I thought you understood me."
"I understand you wha—"
Xiya cut herself