I retired in my sixties and wanted to spend my old age peacefully dancing in the square, but I was surrounded by rich and handsome people, and my gold and silver jewelry was ignored.
The dance partner made a sarcastic remark: "Fake goods are showing off!"
The live broadcast of the appraisal has the whole Internet buzzing - the thirty pounds of gold jewelry are all real.
The mysterious president appeared: "Auntie, I fell in love with you when you danced "Little Apple"."
Little Milk Dog followed closely: "Sister's dance makes me believe in love again."
What's even more outrageous is that even overseas nobles have sent invitations to dance.
My ambition for career was instantly aroused. I opened a company, invested, and delivered goods through live broadcasts, and accidentally became a top-notch rich woman.
Until his deathbed, his bed was still surrounded by handsome old men vying for inheritance.
I smiled and closed my eyes: This life is worth it.
