The impact was not great, but the recoil was significant, thus Qiao Ziyan bounced back, stumbling two steps before she nearly fell backwards.
Lu Ping quickly stepped forward, supporting her by the waist with one hand and her back with the other.
With his left hand on her waist, he realized just how slim it was.
His right hand moved slightly on her back.
"Eh? Are you Qingxia?"
Lu Ping was startled.
His right hand on her back had not felt the mole he was expecting.
"You, you, you—let go of me."
Qiao Qingxia's face flushed red, embarrassed, she wriggled free, "I, of course I'm Qingxia."
"Then why are you dressed like your sister?" Lu Ping wondered.
He had noticed the day before that although the sisters looked almost identical, even sounding alike, the older sister Qiao Ziyan was dressed in a professional OL suit, whereas the younger sister Qiao Qingxia wore casual cute-girl attire.
