"Impossible!" Song Yu's face changed and she scolded him coldly, with a look of disbelief on her face.
Lu Qingqing looked at his changed expression and felt extremely happy. She curved her red lips and smiled: "Master Song, I am kind to you and have never come to urge you, but it has been half a month, and you do this again.
Delaying it is not an option!"
"Impossible, the bet has clearly been broken by me, how is it possible? Princess, don't try to confuse me with a fake bet in vain!" Song Yu shouted with disbelief.
Lu Qingqing only watched with a faint sneer as his face turned ugly little by little. He was still proud and arrogant just now, but now, look how proud he became.
"Tear it up? I don't understand what Master Song is talking about. How could I lose such an important thing? Master Song wouldn't think about it day and night, and take the fake dream as reality.
Alright?"
"Impossible...how is it possible, impossible! I don't believe it!" Song Yu thought about it, but couldn't figure it out.
He clearly read the bet agreement very carefully, so there was nothing wrong with it.
How could Lu Qingqing still have another copy?
No, she must be fake. She pretends to be like this just to confuse herself.
Thinking of this, Song Yu regained some confidence and smiled softly: "Princess, please take a look at the bet!"
"Of course, this kind of thing, written in black and white, affects the entire Gufangzhai. Of course we have to appraise it in person!"
With that said, Lu Qingqing threw away the bet book in her hand and gently placed it on the table.
Song Yu glanced at it, her face instantly turned ugly, and she grabbed it with both hands and was about to take it.
"You don't deserve to touch!" A cold voice sounded with anger, and the long sword in Jin's hand blocked Song Yu's face, preventing him from going to get the bet.
"Why is it you?" As soon as Song Yu saw Jin, fear finally appeared in her eyes.
The signature on the bet on the table was clearly his signature, but if this was true, what about the copy he tore up at that time?
impossible……
It was clearly confirmed at the time...
But the gold in front of him made him even more confused.
"Song Yu, today I will let you know what it feels like to live worse than death!" Jin said with a sinister look on his face, his tone filled with strong anger.
"Impossible! How is it possible? I clearly confirm it!"
Song Yu looked at the bet book on the table, then looked at Jin, and finally landed on Lu Qingqing's face, unable to believe what was happening in front of her.
"It's a coincidence that I was worried that someone would covet such an important thing, so I asked the prince to make a fake bet. Sure enough, the fake bet was really stolen.
Mr. Song, isn’t this a good thing you did?”
Temporary model?
Fake bet?
Song Yu, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured on her head, instantly turned pale. She stood there, stunned, unable to even utter a word.
He had calculated a lot, but he never imagined that the bet contract was fake. How could it be possible? The words were entirely his handwriting. How could it be possible... How could someone be able to copy it exactly the same?
Baili Fenghua, he had never heard anyone say that Baili Fenghua had such talent.
"Master Song, are you so surprised? You didn't really let someone steal it, right?" Looking at Song Yu's unacceptable look, Lu Qingqing smiled lightly and asked deliberately in surprise.
