Taoist Conspicuous Bag: Wearing a Book to Fake a Rich Man to Catch Ghosts and Trap People

Lin Goucheng was woken up by a "mixed smell of fairy air" - sweet and greasy aroma mixed with a faint smell of rot, which lingered on the tip of his nose. She opened her eyes suddenly and was almost blinded by the dazzling crystal chandelier above her head: the pink lace bed curtain was dragged to the floor, and the dressing table was filled with big-name skin care products that she couldn't name. How could this be her rental house with a monthly rent of 800 yuan and crumbling walls?