Management wasn't as strict in later generations.
She took the book from Chiang Xiao's hands, looked it over, and then gave her a surprised glance.
"Isn't this the one?"
Chiang Xiao opened the book to show her, "This one is missing a few pages."
The aunt quickly took the book, flipped through it carefully, and exclaimed with shock, "What's going on here? Who tore these out?"
"Not me." Chiang Xiao immediately raised her hand.
She really hoped she wouldn't be suspected of tearing it.
The aunt said, "I know it's not you." She recognized Chiang Xiao, who was so pretty and often came to buy colored drawing paper and such. She seemed to come from a good family and was very polite, giving a very comfortable impression. She couldn't believe that Chiang Xiao would tear up this book for no reason.
"Auntie, is there another copy?"
