The eldest lady picked my lock and installed a camera under my bed. Not only did I not run, I even held up an A4 paper in front of the camera. Miss, order the spicy hotpot, three times spicy, thank you. Those who didn't know thought I was being provocative, but in fact I was just hungry. As a result, the person pretending to be monitoring actually ordered takeout for me. On the sticky note, he wrote arrogantly: Don't count on me next time.
