Chen Ji listened to the hastening footsteps of Xiao Man getting fainter and more distant until they disappeared at the end of the corridor.
Sometimes he couldn't make heads or tails of this maid; she was sometimes foolish and sometimes shrewd, with vacillating moral standards.
Could she be called a bad person? Yet she never did anything to wrong Chen Ji, repeatedly picking up and putting down the Buddhist Treasure.
Could she be called a good person? But then again she considered murder and selling information...
It was as if someone had missed imparting a few crucial bits when teaching her right from wrong. Or maybe, this was precisely how her teacher was, and Xiao Man was merely imitating.
What boggled Chen Ji now was why she, already an Executive Officer, would willingly stay at the Chen Mansion as a maid?
