The two sisters had hurt each other so many times that Jiang Han was almost laughing herself voiceless.
Hearing her laughter, Du Lingxuan tilted her head and asked curiously:
"Did you hear the dolphins laughing?"
"Come help me find the reference materials for the commentary." With a single sentence capable of muting others, Du Lingxuan shoved a huge stack of pages toward Jiang Han.
That attitude of using one of the finest Archwitches as cheap labor!
Jiang Han endured it!
She was paying too much.
As everyone knew, one of the most admirable things about witches was that "whoever pays is the real boss." Simply put, if a Weak Witch spent several million to hire a great witch to take her dragon hunting, then whatever dragon she wanted to hunt was the dragon that witch would hunt. There would never be a situation where "someone paid to hire this person, yet she still acted like some two-bit idiot."
On the other hand, there were still unspoken rules when hiring witches.
For instance, if the pay and workload were out of proportion, the hired witch would, to a great extent, make up that "price difference" by doing more work. Witches were a race that loved to calculate; favors, kindnesses, workload, fame premiums, and so on—each had its own weight on the scales in their hearts.
Jiang Han accepted the pages, which were crammed full of notes.
"Does commentary really need this much information?" Jiang Han took one glance and felt a headache coming on.
Du Lingxuan counted on her fingers.
"Information on the contestants—this is the most basic thing, right? Personal livestream commentary might be all talk, but you still need something to talk about... That's just how things are these days. Even for a one-person comedy routine, you need