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Unable to resist Wang Hongxia, Du Ru could only agree and packed her bags to come to Beijing.,It's no wonder the old man stared at Du Ruo with eyes like he was looking at a thief. After all, Du Ruo was wearing a patched-up black dress at the moment. She was originally a beautiful and pure girl, with two neat braids, looking very well-behaved. But after coming from Daliu Village to the capital city, she had walked over several mountains on foot, traveled dozens of miles, and spent three days in a carriage. Now, she looked completely lackluster and dull.,Lao Zhou's eyes held a hint of sympathy as he pointed to the north side of the textile mill:。