"Are you getting on the carriage or not!"
Watching the wizards chat nonchalantly by his pumpkin carriage, the carriage driver finally lost his temper, his mustache twitching up and down: "Don't think a piece of dried fish can keep me waiting for long!"
The Zu Ges thumped their chests vigorously, fully agreeing with the driver.
"My apologies." As a witch, Jiang Yu always knew how to ease the tension at the right time. She bowed slightly to the driver and offered a repentant smile.
The Flower Cat carriage driver's narrowed eyes suddenly widened, revealing sparkling amber pupils. This was because, when the witch slightly bowed her head, the pair of small white cat ears amongst her hair gently shook—a subtle difference clear as fireflies in the night to a cat.
"Oh, it's not your fault, madam."
