For a year now, she has become accustomed to people popping up at home every once in a while, all kinds of things——
Today a handsome guy came, gentle and elegant, but unfortunately he is blind;
Tomorrow there will be another non-mainstream guy, he is good-looking, hold on, he is a great man;
The day after tomorrow, a normal and healthy person comes, but he is a shady person. He can sell it at any time and you still count the money;
The day after tomorrow, another cosplayer came, with a red color and a narcissistic tone. . . . . . . . .
Yin Qingzhi looked to the sky, none of this mattered, the key was that they were all scammers, they ate her and hers, but they didn't even have the stature.