Yan Feifan had a rather deep impression of Zhao Xiaoting, who was prone to wailing at the drop of a hat and was also very easy on the eyes.
She quickly walked up to Yan Feifan, pointed to her rosy, flawless face, and leaned in a little closer, saying with a hint of showing off, "Mr. Yan, look, look! The scar really is, just as you said, completely gone."
"Mr. Yan, you're amazing. You weren't just bragging."
He had to admit, he wasn't sure if her skin was naturally that good or the result of meticulous care, but even the pores on her nose were incredibly fine. It really was unusually good.
Yan Feifan felt the urge to reach out and give it a little pinch.
However, he restrained himself.
It was a frivolous gesture, and she would very likely file a harassment complaint against him.
Yan Feifan asked lightly, "Your scar has already healed. You didn't come for a follow-up before, so why are you here to see me now?"
