Buhui quickly calculated the gains and losses in her mind, pushed open the door, walked into the suite, saw Dr. Yang follow her in and close the door. She asked coldly, "Dr. Yang, what do you want to talk about?"
"Miss Gu, we haven't seen each other for about four years, right? At the time, I couldn't understand why others want cosmetic surgery to become more beautiful, but you insisted on looking so ordinary?" Dr. Yang scrutinized her. It was all plastic surgery, but Gu Qian's current face had no sagging or wrinkles, like a vibrant young woman in her early twenties.
Although her features were plain, the more one looked, the more pleasing they became, not inferior to those national-beauty level celebrities. This was probably due to the aura she exuded.
Such an aura, growing up in a wealthy family from a young age, isn't something ordinary people can imitate easily.
