His clothes were covered in dust, his hair was messy like a bird's nest, and he hadn't washed his face for days. His face was gray and dirty - who could tell what he looked like!,"Is there something This is the family courtyard of the textile mill, outsiders are not allowed in. If you have nothing to do, get lost and don't wander around here.",Lao Zhou nodded in response, watching Du Ruo walk away with light steps before finally saying in a low voice:。