"Little girl, what is Gu Mingzhu to you? Is she still alive? Where is she now?"
Zhou Jiao looked at the old lady in front of her, feeling a headache. What was with the look of shock on her face? Shouldn't it be joy?
"Little girl, don't be afraid. Is your last name Gu?"
Zhou Jiao shook her head. She really didn't dare to tell her the truth since she didn't know what the other person's intentions were.
This time, as she stood in front of her, Zhou Jiao finally realized that this was a wealthy old lady. Just look at the jewelry on her, each piece a masterpiece.
——She probably wouldn't covet anything from her.
The old lady scrutinized Zhou Jiao closely, shaking her head repeatedly, and muttering to herself, "She really looks like Gu Mingzhu, exactly like her. I couldn't have mistaken her."
Zhou Jiao exchanged a glance with Hu Xiaohui and shook her head with a wry smile.
