Upstairs in the milk tea shop.
Cassandra used magic to wipe off the white residue on her body. As for being sprayed all over by the young lady just now, the Werewolf Young Lady was not angry. After all, compared to being angry, she was more curious about what could have made the already famous young lady lose her composure like that.
At the moment, she focused on the young lady's back and saw her having a hushed conversation with a rather pretty witch downstairs, their heads leaning close together.
Did she meet an acquaintance?
Cassandra thought to herself.
This Werewolf Young Lady, whose main profession was a star and side profession was a detective, habitually scrutinized the seemingly "ordinary" witch. Her brows quickly furrowed.
This woman has something off; this shouldn't be her true appearance—she's in disguise.
The detective lady made this judgment.
