Jingzhe blinked.
"I took him home and named him Shifu. I hid him inside my bedside lamp. At night he would glitter in the bedroom and make me feel protected. I knew it was bad, but I kept him because I was afraid of the dark."
Jingzhe blinked again. In all likelihood, the Empress Mother knew exactly who had taken her statue and where it was. Four year old Jun Meilin was probably not the criminal mastermind she had imagined herself to be.
It was very possible that there had been cameras watching that little dragon statue and they caught her in the act.
Maybe her parents had payed the Empress Mother for the little dragon or they had returned the original and made her a replica.
Mei Mei curled into a ball on the bed and started humming the theme song to Whiskers ten.
Jingzhe took off her shoes, wiped off her make up and covered her with a blanket. "Goodnight, my smooth criminal." He kissed her on the forehead. "You are a very chatty drunk."