"Girl, did this one abduct you from that place?"
Yue Yating had far too many tools—sewing needles, five different kinds of rulers, more sewing needles, and so on—making Jiang Han's eyes swim. It took her several seconds before she answered the designer's question:
"I'm just a female companion, ma'am."
"Just a female companion." Yue Yating raised a brow. Without stopping her work, she turned to ask Lin Zhaojun, who was watching from the side with her cheek propped on one hand, "Just a female companion?"
"That's right. I hired her as my female companion with one outfit and two spells. You know how hard it is, at my position, to find a purely professional female companion." Lin Zhaojun toyed with the baton-like wand in her hand.
"Is it that hard? I thought all you had to do was spread your arms and shout, 'I'm Lin Zhaojun, the one who didn't pass A3,' and a hundred million Eastern witches would throw themselves into your arms." Yue Yating's voice dripped with sarcasm.
...This witch took a jab at Miss Lin every now and then, completely forgetting she had just been strung up... Jiang Han obediently kept her mouth shut, allowing the designer to measure her chest with a tape measure.
"But they would want me to pay a greater price. Look, to find a cute witch to be my female companion for one day, I only need to pay two spells. That's only because my name drove up her price." Lin Zhaojun spoke with a smile.
Yue Yating frowned as she looked at her, then pointed at Jiang Han.
"You should apologize to her for your crude words, Lin Zhaojun. You've never respected people. Even if you put on the airs of a gentleman, you're still a rogue."
"She pays the bill,