This wasn't Wei Zhengtong being intentionally complimentary.
It was just that for the past year, Song You'ai had eaten well and slept well. She had put on a healthy, prosperous-looking weight, and her skin was in excellent condition.
At first glance, she looked like a pampered, wealthy lady descending the stairs. Wei Zhengtong almost didn't recognize her.
Song You'ai gave him a polite yet distant smile. "Dr. Wei, you must be here to see Xiao Yu. In that case, I'll..."
"No, no, no! Ma'am, I came specifically to see you."
"Me?" Song You'ai was taken aback.
"Yes." Dr. Wei nodded repeatedly. "I came here specifically to talk to you about Old Xie."
Song You'ai's expression fell. "He's not coming himself? He sent you to talk for him? Dr. Wei, as you know, the zombie outbreak happened so suddenly. The divorce papers were left in a desk drawer at work; I didn't have time to grab them. Just have him print another copy and bring it over."
