"Don't give me that," the old man scoffed, glaring at her. "You're too young to be so cunning! I've been watching over this gate for almost twenty years now, and I know Dujuan, the daughter of the deputy director, since she was a little girl. You're trying to pull the wool over my eyes!" he declared...,"Grandpa, Du Weimin is really my father. I'm his son with his former wife. I lived in the countryside before.",Lao Zhou's eyes held a hint of sympathy as he pointed to the north side of the textile mill:。