Zhou Rongrong's appearance really was incomparable, overshadowing all other beauties.
Last time, showing off in front of Zhou Rongrong without receiving any response greatly irritated Zhang Wu, and now he could hardly restrain himself.
After thinking it over, Zhang Wu dialed Zhou Rongrong's number.
"Hello."
Zhou Rongrong, who had been asleep for a while, answered the phone groggily.
"Auntie."
"Zhang Wu?"
Alarmed by a late-night call from Zhang Wu, Zhou Rongrong wondered if something had happened to Ding Baijie.
"It's me."
Zhang Wu hesitated but then said, "Auntie, you must have been quite lonely all these years."
"It's not easy raising a child on your own."
"How about we get together secretly, and I'll give you a monthly allowance of three thousand yuan. What do you think?"
As he spoke, Zhang Wu's heart ached at the thought; three thousand a month was a common person's monthly salary, even for a top-tier mature beauty like Zhou Rongrong, it seemed too wasteful.