"Jinhuacha, if you don't want me to stay at home and take care of my husband and raise my children, why are you here?" Honeysuckle crossed her legs, painted nail polish on her fingers, and said to her constipated sister over there. Blow, um, today's nail polish is good! Then push the golden flower tea out of the house. . . . . .
In this way, Jinhuacha was ruthlessly married by her sister to a "□□ turtle" who was one year younger than herself.