Olivia was probably one of the rare top-tier Witches who had little interest in competitions.
Just now, Jiang Han had tried to lure Olivia away, hoping to take Sleeping Cat Lamp along to Du Lingxuan's house to watch the match. After all, it was a little cold there!
Sleeping Cat Lamp was a long-haired cat lamp breed. Its thick, silky fur made it look especially heavy—though it actually was heavy! Its fluffy feel and long whiskers gave it the air of a philosopher. It was the sort of cat lamp that looked like it would not claw at you when held in your arms—though in truth, it was simply too lazy to resist!
If she could bring it to Xuanbao's house, she would not have to worry about the air conditioning.
At the front door, Jiang Han stood in low-heeled sandals, velvet pantyhose covering her legs, and a casual dress. As she pressed a wide-brimmed soft hat onto her head, she added unwillingly:
"The Eileen Cup is the highest-quality showdown at the end of the modern Witch season."
"It's really fun to watch!"
Longsleep Meow lay lazily atop Jiang Miao's head, half-opening its eyes as its whiskers twitched twice.
"You don't seriously think there aren't cat lamps outside the competition venue, do you? I've watched more matches than every minute you've lived put together."
Jiang Miao reached up and tugged at the whiskers of the Sleeping Cat Lamp on her head, then gave her cousin a sunny smile.
"Can you see anywhere there are cat lamps?"
Longsleep Meow stretched out a paw in dissatisfaction and scratched at Jiang Miao's hair.
"Basically."
Well, thank you so very much, Cat Prophet... Jiang Han grumbled inwardly. This cat lamp could go film a drama called Cat Lamps of Power—she had even thought up