The customer said that the house was locked and no one made any sound.
The door opened. Relatives in suits were sitting behind the dining table in the living room, and the host family was kneeling.
I walked in and lit a cigarette. Within one meter, the incense disappeared. The suit was torn and there were mud tires.
Please God. Those who stay overnight will be killed by me.
I'm a locksmith. Others ask God to control the house, but I am responsible for asking God to go away.
The Xianghuo Group wanted to recruit me, and the City Security Office wanted to register me.
They don't know that the statue on my altar table is also waiting for me to open the door - it wants to transfer the ownership.
