Seeing Song Yanxue rush in like a gust of wind, Mr. Song's face darkened. She was becoming more and more impolite.
Song Yanxue threw the secret book on the table, "This is not the one I gave you. Give me back my book." She had to retrieve the secret book; only then would she feel confident.
Mr. Song glanced at the secret book on the table, "This is the one." The secret book was hidden in a secret compartment in his study, known only to him and the butler—who else could switch it? Having been with him for nearly thirty years, he knew the butler's character the best.
"It's not. Give it back to me, it's mine," Song Yanxue shouted like a madwoman.
"Bang!" Mr. Song slammed his hand down on the table, "Are you implying that I swallowed your secret book?"
Song Yanxue shrank her neck in fear, "But this one really isn't it." She had practiced cultivation; how could she not know.
