A little after 8:20 in the morning, Yan Feifan and Yu Suye walked into the first-floor lobby of the plastic surgery center when a petite figure with outstretched arms bounced and pounced toward them.
"Mr. Yan, I missed you to death!"
Yan Feifan suddenly shot out a long arm, planting his open hand on her small face.
"Zhao Xiaoting, social distance!"
Zhao Xiaoting was incredibly frustrated.
She took a small step back, pouting as she complained, "Mr. Yan, it's incredibly rude to treat a beautiful girl this way."
Yan Feifan scoffed. "I don't need to be polite with you. Weren't you in Jingcheng? What brings you back to Binhai?"
Zhao Xiaoting said with a wide grin, "I came to Binhai with Xuan for an event."
"Oh, and Mr. Yan! The TV show I'm in starts filming next month. And guess what? I'm the third female lead!"
Yan Feifan gave a dismissive hum and pressed, "You never just drop by for a friendly chat. Spit it out, I have surgery soon."
