Xu Wan, the former number one socialite in Beijing, went bankrupt.
The slender hands that once played the piano now picked up the paintbrush to repair the body.
The circle of celebrities were waiting to see her collapse and go crazy, and vicious creditors blocked the door of the funeral home demanding debts.
But he saw the unkempt tombkeeper Lu Ye, who usually carried a thermos cup, pinched the cigarette butt with his backhand, his eyes as cold as a knife: "Who dares to touch my people?"
Everyone laughed: How can a poor security guard have the confidence to show off?
It wasn't until half a month later that the world's most mysterious Matrix changed hands. The missing prince of the top wealthy Lu family returned to the top. The first thing he did was to liquidate all those who had bullied Xu Wan.
Someone noticed that the ruthless richest man was squatting humbly at the door of the funeral home, tying the shoelaces of the girl who smelled of formalin, and said in a gentle and gentle tone: "Wanwan, are you done with the repairs? Let's go home."
