The Principal's guess was correct. At that moment, Yang Xueqin was sitting at home, blankly looking at the photographs on the coffee table in front of her.
The photos were a bit blurry, not very clear, but one could still make out the enchanting figure of the woman in them, and even her beautiful face.
Yang Xueqin raised her hand to touch her own face, feeling the slightly rough skin which was not at all smooth. Without even looking in the mirror, she knew just how ordinary her features were.
But she had always looked this way, it's not like she had changed into this just today.
Yang Xueqin was utterly confused and didn't know what to do.
At this moment, the phone at home started ringing, "Ding-a-ling..." Yang Xueqin snapped out of her daze, hurriedly moved to one side of the sofa, and picked up the receiver, "Hello?"
"Ms. Bi Siyuan's mother, is there something you have to do today? It's been half an hour since school ended; why haven't you come to pick up Bi Siyuan?"
