Ignoring the crowd's sarcasm, he began to tidy up the files and put things in the office area. He was nominally a psychological therapist, but in reality, he had become a chaotic cleaner.
"Excuse me, is this Xinya Psychological Clinic?"
At that moment, a very beautiful voice, like a yellow oriole mixed with a touch of coldness, echoed in everyone's ears, even Xu Yan couldn't help but pause and look towards the door.
A woman holding a handbag stood at the door. Her face was cold and expressionless, like an iceberg, emitting an invisible aura.
Her high nose, delicate cherry lips, almond-shaped eyes formed a delicate face, and her long hair was coiled at the back, exposing her entire face.
Her upper body wore a small black blazer, a shirt peeking out from underneath, wrapping a plump and elevated chest, and her lower body wore a black dress, outlining her rounded hips.
