When I was innocent, you laughed at me. When I was sincere, you plotted against me. When I was kind, you taught me a lesson. When I became bad, you missed me. Haha. Sometimes a world is separated by three views. I have given up on copywriting. It can be used as a quick trip or a collection of short stories to look at the affairs of every household in a residential building. After all, every family has sutras that are difficult to recite. The focus is on slapping the scumbag and Tiantiantian in the face. Current plans to abuse scumbags include: # Seriously ill mother asks cheating father not to bring anyone back before she dies # My wife is a supporter of the devil # The nearby player who brought me pesticides is the male god I have a crush on # #After a successful blind date with my ex-boyfriend # # stingy neighbor # # The brother who used to eat at my house in those years # dei
Intention:
After Rebirth, I Am Still a Maid