"Come to think of it, when you suddenly fainted just now, you really gave me a fright."
Jiang Han spoke through a mouthful of orange chunk cake as she ate.
"Delicious, delicious... I already told you, I'm actually fine."
Perhaps Chen Ligu had been going to Kraken territory for work too often lately—she now spoke with the air of an Ironmouth Dynasty spiritual heir.
Her mouth was truly hard.
"I was thinking about something."
Priscilla said.
"What?" Sophia silently ate a dessert with triple the sugar, asking curiously.
"Hehe, if an Annihilation Spell hit Gu Bao, would there still be a mouth left afterward?"
Priscilla's sarcasm, paired with that gentle, kind smile of hers, became even more sarcastic.
"..."
Jiang Han's eyes widened.
Even her cat brain was glowing!
She was thinking about something: what would Xuan Bao do if she were here?
Then she reached an answer.
She added another stab: "Hehe, would that mouth Gu Bao had left still say, 'I'm actually fine'?"
Sophia froze. Priscilla froze. The two Ghost Witches looked at each other, then at Jiang Han.
Then, with perfect tacit understanding, they clutched their stomachs and burst into cat-like laughter.
Today, it was as though Xuan Bao's voice and smile still lingered.
After the cake, Chen Ligu's hand was also fractured from beating up a cat's head.
And it was just about time for the witches' tea party.
That was a brief stretch of time for neither playing games, nor bragging and shooting the breeze, nor discussing petty bourgeois nonsense.
Simply put: talking business.
"Sis, the Witch House listings for you have already been bid up to the same price as other top reserve witches, and the commissions are no longer limited to 'gaming companionship and drinking.' They now include common jobs like 'servant