At Song Yan's insistence, late at night, she still arranged for a series of tests for Gu Chenxiao.
Sitting patiently in Doctor Fang's office drinking tea, Doctor Fang finally looked up after a long while and glanced at her coolly before asking unhappily, "Made up?"
Song Yan didn't answer but countered with, "Doctor Fang, you don't seem surprised at all?"
Doctor Fang snorted coldly, returning her gaze to the computer, "Of course, it must be you shamelessly clinging on to Mr. Gu again, desperately trying to get back together with him, no need for guessing."
Song Yan pursed her lips.
So, was that the kind of shameless face she had?
She kept silent, but Doctor Fang suddenly asked, "Hey, what happened to your leg?"
Upon hearing this, Song Yan paused and looked down at her own leg in the direction Doctor Fang was looking.
It was the spot she was cut by a shard of glass at the reception.
She had forgotten about it before.
