"I just wanted to help her wipe it off," Lu Xiaoyou said softly, reaching out with a napkin to Jing Yuan's leg again.
Long Xiliang pushed her hand away, not letting her touch Jing Yuan.
Jing Yuan looked at the wet patch on the dress above her thigh and pursed her lips. "Miss Lu, this dress of mine is very expensive."
"Miss Jing, I brought a spare dress with me. Should I have my assistant bring it over for you to change into?" Lu Xiaoyou offered.
Jing Yuan wasn't pleased that Lu Xiaoyou had stained her dress; she wanted to change out of the damp garment clinging to her thigh, so she accepted Lu Xiaoyou's offer.
Besides, she wanted to see what Lu Xiaoyou was really up to.
Long Xiliang frowned, and seeing Lu Xiaoyou leading Jing Yuan away, he wondered to himself, Lu Xiaoyou, could it be she's realized something?
Lu Xiaoyou, while walking with Jing Yuan to the makeup room upstairs in the banquet hall, took out her phone and called Jinli.
