Fighting for the Precious Mirror

"Ah-hem, can you bring me to your manager now?" Lin Xiaoyue was amused by the shop assistant's reaction.

He finally came back to his senses.

"Yes, yes. I'll go and get the manager now!" He said and quickly went.

Lin Xiaoyue smiled.

She didn't put away the mirror in her hand. At this time, a young lady and a servant girl came over. Then, they saw the reflection in Lin Xiaoyue's mirror.

"This... this is a mirror?" She asked the same question as the shop assistant.

Lin Xiaoyue approached this young lady and pointed the mirror at her.

"Yes, this is an heirloom from overseas. Its clarity far surpasses the bronze mirror."

"Oh my God, miss! It really looks like you!" The servant girl looked at her mistress in the mirror and then compared it to the real person.

The young lady was also surprised to see her servant's reflection in the mirror.

It was amazing. Even the tiny mole on her face could be seen clearly.