I wore it. Dressed as a cannon fodder maid in the novel of the Republic of China who is about to be sold for a bride price.
When I opened my eyes, I saw the rickshaw driver's father yelling at me, my cowardly mother crying beside me, and my two twin brothers who were waiting to be fed.
This is the beginning of hell, who will not be confused?
But I, a 996 social animal, do not have the word "admit defeat" in the dictionary.
Isn't it just about making money?
First set a small goal: to become the first woman in Shanghai to sell flowers and become the richest man!
