If it had been before, Lu Ping wouldn't have looked away!
But now that Ning Youwei and Qiao Ziyan had also come to the kitchen doorway, Lu Ping gave an awkward smile, quickly snatching the paper towel for himself.
"Thanks, but no need, you'll just be in the way here. Go out and have fun, I can handle it!"
"How could I do that? I need to take good care of you. If you got tired, Youwei would be sad!"
Liu Qingcheng said coyly, stamping her foot and assuming a girlish demeanor.
Qiao Ziyan furrowed her brows; she wasn't an idiot, and she could clearly tell Liu Qingcheng was doing this on purpose.
She spoke solemnly, "Aren't you Miss Ning's best friend? If you're worried Miss Ning will be sad, you should let Miss Ning care for Lu Ping herself. Why are you stepping in?"
"Could it be," she continued, "that you're deliberately flirting with Lu Ping to try and take him from your best friend?"
After all, she wore the token of her engagement to Lu Ping.
