As Zhou Wang looked at her so intently, Zhao Yu couldn't help but tremble slightly, feeling an invisible wave of heat climbing over her body, making her stand uneasily.
She could only awkwardly grasp the hem of her skirt, completely clueless about how to evade Zhou Wang's peculiar gaze.
Before leaving the house in the morning, with steely determination, Zhao Yu returned to her room. As she, for some inexplicable reason, wanted to spruce up a bit, she found herself in an awkward situation.
Having just transferred to Magic City, Zhao Yu didn't bring many clothes, and among the rustic pieces she did have, she couldn't find a single suitable one...
Even without considering the change in mentality, just for the sake of her daughter's enrollment today, she should have found a presentable outfit to wear.
