"Lu Ping, is the Essence Liquid really that miraculous?"
As a girl, Qiao Qingxia was also very concerned about the Essence Liquid.
"Of course it's real. I'll make some for you another day," Lu Ping said.
"Really? Thank you!"
Qiao Qingxia was immediately overjoyed.
The Essence Liquid was not yet on the market, and was considered to be extremely valuable—so much so that one couldn't buy it even if they wanted to.
"You can't just thank someone with words."
Lu Ping gazed at Qiao Qingxia with burning eyes.
After thinking for a moment, he deliberately added, "Of course, words are okay too, but I'm afraid some people might go back on their word and not keep their promises..."
"Stop it! I can do right now what I didn't finish in the car last time!"
After saying that, Qiao Qingxia shyly turned around, her back facing Lu Ping, and slowly extended her delicate and smooth hand.
The moment he was grabbed, Lu Ping stiffened, a wonderful sensation flooding over him.