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.,Du Ruo was a rich second generation in her past life. Unfortunately, when she went to university, her parents died in a car accident. Du Ruo inherited their vast fortune.,If it had been before, Wang Hongxia would definitely not have agreed. Her son was raised from childhood; she couldn't bear to let him leave her. However, after this incident, Wang Hongxia's thoughts changed. She wanted Du Ru to go into the city to eat public grain with all her heart.。