The woman standing by the school fence wore a black fitted blouse, with an ink-style long skirt, showcasing her voluptuous yet elegant curves.
(Stylish Illustration – In fact, "Xiao An's" figure is slightly fuller)
Her big, wavy hair fell to one side, and her subtly made-up mature features exuded brilliance, almost overflowing with the allure of a wife, making her the most scenic view on this street.
Du Huai'an was hesitant to recognize her at first glance. Could this be the same wife he remembered?
Previously, Xiao An always wore a few sets of conservative professional attire due to work, with her hair simply tied up, and Du Huai'an had grown tired of seeing it.
It had only been a few months since they last met, and Du Huai'an was shocked at how much An Xiaoyun had changed, which prompted him to ask if An Xiaoyun had gotten cosmetic surgery.
"Du Huai'an, whether I've had cosmetic surgery has nothing to do with you, does it?"
