บท 813: The One Who Knows Women the Most

After Wen Chi left, Gu Huanhuan sat on the sofa, pouting as she looked at her foot. It was swollen and red, resembling a braised pig's trotter. She couldn't help but feel a bit down; it seemed like luck wasn't on her side lately.

Thankfully, it wasn't a serious injury. If she'd been bedridden, it would have been a disaster.

As Gu Huanhuan was lost in thought, someone entered the room—a graceful woman in a white coat, carrying a cup of aromatic hot coffee. The woman scrutinized Gu Huanhuan, who was sitting on the sofa.

Her delicate face was adorned with small, exquisite features and fair skin. Most notably, she exuded a youthful vibrance.

"Who are you? What are you doing here? Don't you know this is Dr. Wen's private lounge?" the woman asked, placing the coffee cup on the table and frowning.

Gu Huanhuan glanced at the name badge on the woman's coat. It turned out she was Wen Chi's colleague from the same department, named Yu Li.