I Became a Biased Old Lady in the 1970s
穿成七零偏心老太太
- Status
- Ongoing
- Length
- 64k Words
- Genre
- Romance
- Era
- Modern Era
- Updated
- 6y ago
- Source
- JJWXC
Synopsis
24Chapters
176Favorites
13Nutrient gifts
5.3kClicks per chapter
42Comments
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Reader comments 17
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. . . . I can't stand it anymore
It's a bit uncomfortable to read, maybe I prefer cool writing, so good luck to the author.
"Little Landlord in Spring and Autumn" by Bai Riguang Why is it missing?
I don't know what the heroine's use is, she's not as good as the original old lady
Don't know what to say.
Don't know what to say.
This kind of thing should be fought. If you don't fight, it will be useless.
The heroine doesn't have to be such a coward. Just for the sake of so-called giving birth to her male god, she tolerated it so much that she didn't interfere with him. It's not like he wouldn't be born. He forced the heroine to wear her and gave reasons for favoring the boss. The boss was really unsatisfactory. He was like a hob and grabbed the heroine. The heroine deserved to be arrogant to the boss. Even though she came in, she still indulged the boss and persuaded her to leave.
I don't feel good at all. When are we going to clean up the people? My mother is sick and my son is still clamoring for soup. I don't want to fight. It's frustrating.
I don't feel good at all. When are we going to clean up the people? My mother is sick and my son is still clamoring for soup. I don't want to fight. It's frustrating.