The first time I went to my boyfriend's house, his mother made me squat in the kitchen and eat leftovers.
His sister deliberately knocked over the luxury bag I gave her and said, "How dare you bring out such a fake?"
The boyfriend came out of the bedroom with his new love in his arms: "I forgot to tell you, this is my childhood sweetheart."
I packed everything up silently, turned around and got into the Rolls Royce.
Three days later, news came that his family was bankrupt.
The phone vibrated with a text message from him: "Please do me a favor. Can we get married?"
