C88 Zhou Wenjia's Calligraphy

Du Jiao's expression suddenly became gloomy. She grabbed Wang Guanghua's arm and sighed, "I'm afraid that in the future, if you want me to press, I won't have the opportunity to do so."

"Why?"

Du Jiao's tears rolled down her cheeks. "My parents have arranged a job for me in my hometown. After a few days, I'll have to return to my hometown