Yhan Xi flipped through the professional book, looking at her arrogantly, "Is it yours just because you saw it first? Which country's law says that?"
Xiao Yu initially felt a bit of admiration, as she always appreciates beautiful things. But the woman's words ruined her first impression.
If there were another book, she wouldn't quarrel over it, but there was only one left. She said, "Miss, I was here before you. Logically and emotionally, this book should be mine."
"Is that so? My logic is different; whoever holds it owns it." Yhan Xi looked superior, not even acknowledging Xiao Yu, and turned to leave with the book.
Xiao Yu, unable to contain her anger, quickly caught up, "How can you be so unreasonable? I saw the book first, so logically it's mine."
"And whose hands is it in now?" Yhan Xi looked at her dismissively, her gaze like she was looking at an ant.
