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.,"It must have been tough coming all the way from your hometown to Beijing, right" Old Zhou said with a concerned look:。