"I am Wu Zicheng's girlfriend, Zhou Tingyu!"
Zhou Tingyu was a bit anxious.
"Wu Zicheng?"
Hearing her mention Wu Zicheng, Wang Hao finally showed a look of realization on his face:
"You're that little girlfriend of Wu Zicheng's?"
"Yes, yes!"
Zhou Tingyu nodded repeatedly.
"Goodness, why are you staying here? Where's Wu Zicheng?"
Wang Hao seemed a bit shocked!
Could it be that Old Wu has kicked the bucket?
Even if he did, his inheritance should have been enough for Zhou Tingyu to live comfortably, right?
How did it come to this, having to work here as an escort?
"Sigh...."
Zhou Tingyu let out a long sigh, her face full of bitterness:
"The Settlement Camp isn't paradise, things aren't like they used to be; now it's the apocalypse."
Wang Hao blinked once, then quickly figured it out.
Wu Zicheng was once a master of traditional Chinese painting, but now, how many people would appreciate his work?
