When I Was Young, the Eldest Lady Came to My Door and Forced Me to Get Married.

This day. Five Mercedes-Benz cars were parked in front of a house. More than a dozen men in black suits and sunglasses got out of the car. These people are tall and tall, talk and smile informally. When they stand there, they look like door gods. The moment the car door opened, a beautiful red high-heeled shoe fell from the car to the ground. The bright leather surface reflects the surrounding trees. A woman with long, shiny black hair raised her head and glanced at the ordinary resident in front of her. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.