I am a professional funeral mourner and have been a professional mourner for twenty years.
I was accidentally mistaken for the missing daughter of a wealthy family. I decided to make the mistake and infiltrate the enemy.
Faced with the difficulties faced by the fake daughter, I took out the suona with my backhand and cried for seven songs to send her to heaven.
The cold-faced boss brother threw out the black card: "Sister, pocket money."
On the outside I was moved to tears, but on the inside I was complaining like crazy: This family's money is so deceitful!
Until the family banquet, the real daughter suddenly returned, causing an uproar in the whole place.
But the boss brother protected me behind him and sneered at everyone: "Fake? You can question the sharp blade I cultivated myself?"
