At this time, the capital city in Du Ruo's eyes bore obvious traces of the times. Most pedestrians wore clothes in black, gray, and blue. The buildings were low and short, with walls that were mottled and dilapidated. Occasionally, a small car could be seen driving down the street, but the ringing of bicycle bells was constant, light and pleasant to the ear.,"Don't give me that," the old man scoffed, glaring at her. "You're too young to be so cunning! I've been watching over this gate for almost twenty years now, and I know Dujuan, the daughter of the deputy director, since she was a little girl. You're trying to pull the wool over my eyes!" he declared...,In her past life, she had a good memory. She remembered everything Old Zhou said. Du Ru politely waved her hand at Old Zhou:。