Ming Hua glowered. He knew Jiao was not unintelligent, otherwise Ning never would have accepted her as her personal maid. But she certainly wasn't putting any amount of brain she may or may not have had into her excuse. Not only did it make her look stupid, but it also presumed that he was stupid, which Ming Hua knew was certainly not the case.
"The next time you decide to snoop around my room, Jiao," Ming Hua said, "come up with a better lie. I wouldn't want to have to tell Ning that you lack imagination."
Rolling his eyes, Ming Hua moved to shut the window.