"Have you seen my book?" Liu Chen couldn't help but ask.
"What book?" Tang Tiantian was curious, wondering why Liu Chen had suddenly taken to reading.
"It's a bit old, with a three-character title on the cover."
Tang Tiantian was watching TV and munching on a fried chicken leg.
Upon hearing this, she froze, because the napkin wrapping her chicken leg was turning yellow, as if it had been torn from a little booklet.
"Ahem..."
Tang Tiantian's expression turned awkward. Liu Chen immediately sensed something fishy and noticed that Tang Tiantian was sitting on it.
"Tiantian, I'm going to get you!"
Tang Tiantian knew she was in the wrong and, scared, threw down her chicken wing and ran to her bedroom.
Liu Chen picked up the little booklet, still warm from her, and said with distress, "Sorry, you've been mistreated!"
The paper Tang Tiantian used to wrap the chicken wing was torn from the last page, now smeared with oil, making the text illegible. That page was ruined.
