Yanfang took the initiative to step forward and politely called out, "Miss Wei Yu, sorry to keep you waiting."
The beauty glanced back, her face covered by a white veil, hiding her features, yet her eyes were enchanting, deep black, and exceptionally clear.
She turned, nodded slightly, considered it as a gesture of respect, "Wei Yu just arrived as well, has not waited long, Miss Yanfang is being too courteous."
Her tone was neither humble nor arrogant, carrying a slight depth, showing a kind of worldly composure.
Yanfang smiled slightly and quickly invited her to sit.
Wei Yu thanked her, and as she turned, she glanced at Su An'an.
Her brow subtly lifted, carrying a hint of defiance and provocation.
Su An'an's right eye suddenly twitched, she stared fixedly into her eyes.
At such a young age, possessing such extraordinary medical skills, with that gaze, indeed, she knew someone like this.
