Tap, tap, tap—the sound of soft slippers pattering across the wooden floor, then stepping onto the carpet.
Jiang Han, who had been reading and taking notes, looked up. This recently rather famous profile-view witch—her advertisements only ever showed her profile—smiled and waved at Miss Chen Ligu.
"Did she go take a bath?"
"Mm. I don't really believe what you said about her past." Chen Ligu sat down, wrapping both arms around her knees clad in black pantyhose. Turning her face toward Jiang Han, she said with certainty, "That girl has secrets."
She stretched out her foot and lightly hooked a bouncy ball used for playing with one's hands. Her slightly flesh-toned toes beneath the black stockings pressed it back and forth, then flicked it up with the tip of her foot. While the ball was still in the air, her left hand deftly snatched it into her palm.
Everyone had secrets. For instance, I'm a transmigrator. For instance, Miss Chen Ligu, your profession isn't merely that of a saleswoman. But we don't dig into each other's deepest secrets. Miss Liang Cuoyu's identity isn't simple, but whatever identity she had as an ordinary person, once she became a witch, it was all turned over...
Watching the other woman play with the bouncy ball, Jiang Han smiled.
"But she's not a bad person, right?"
"Probably. We can't rule out certain bad possibilities, such as her having once been a wanted criminal, or really being a witch who underwent an illegal transformation. But in any case, those are still things we can foresee, and they probably aren't true." Chen Ligu tossed the bouncy ball at the wall, then swiftly scooted over beside Jiang Han and, smiling brightly, poked her cheek.
"Don't mess around." Jiang Han shot her a deliberately stern glare, only to