In the kitchen, Luo Ziling, busy with cooking, had no clue that in just a short moment, Luo Yuqing and Yang Qingyin had reached some sort of "agreement."
Friendships between women can be strange—it sparks in an instant and can fade just as quickly.
When Luo Ziling came out of the kitchen carrying a dish and saw Luo Yuqing holding Yang Qingyin's hand as they sat closely together on the sofa chatting warmly, he was momentarily stunned.
"Senior, you're here?" Luo Ziling placed the dish on the dining table, then walked over with a smile. "Wow, you're looking especially gorgeous today."
Luo Yuqing crossed her arms and snapped at Luo Ziling, "You two are already acting like a couple, yet you're still calling her 'Senior' like you're in some school play? So lame!"
"How is that any of your business?" Luo Ziling retorted angrily in a raised voice.
