In the changing room.
"Are we really going out dressed like this?"
"We have to eventually."
"But..."
"It'll be easier to investigate this way."
Jiang Han looked torn as she stared at the cat-ear cloak before her, along with the little skirt, sweater, and long boots that perfectly suited a young girl's temperament. With her extensive experience, she could tell that this outfit made someone look at least ten years younger—like a schoolgirl.
Normally, Jiang Han had to put on mature makeup to keep others from misunderstanding.
While she was still dawdling, Anjeliya had already carried the outfit into one of the private makeup rooms. Before going in, the petite witch with an exceedingly mature air pointed next door.
"Hurry up. I have to get back to watch the shop within two hours. She'll be unhappy otherwise. There probably won't be any customers, but little incidents always seem to happen when we're busy. The laws of circumstances are as though some top-tier prankster is hidden in the dark, dedicated to doing things that make you miserable and embarrassed."
"I agree." Jiang Han nodded. Looking at the clothes in her hands, she sighed. "They really are cute clothes."
Anjeliya smiled faintly and raised her voice a little.
"Classmate Han, your new clothes are so cuuute."
Aside from the mature air that did not match an elementary schooler, her affected manner was simply lifelike.
Jiang Han could not help laughing.
Anjeliya shrugged.
"She's been making girls laugh like that since she was little. Naturally, I learned it too."
"Then she really is an utterly unforgivable scumbag woman." Jiang Han covered her mouth, hiding her smile.
"That's not being a scumbag woman." Anjeliya said sentimentally, "It's merely being unable to bear seeing any flower wither away—the craftsman spirit of a gardener who tends