“Now, now, you must be able to see things objectively. Shall I bring you a mirror?” Chue said, backing Maomao up. “Miss Chue, Miss Chue, I have a mirror,” Maomao said, taking a small bronze plate from the folds of her robes. “I should have known you would be prepared, Miss Maomao.” Jinshi watched this exchange with exasperation. “I fully understand what you’re trying to say, believe me, I do, but as I’ve told you before, this man is capable. So just live with it. Also, I’d rather he be where I can keep an eye on him.”
