I threw away someone else's quilt on the balcony today.

Women are really women. Even worse.

The woman in the property a few days ago, who collects health fees.

I've been calling for a long time, and I haven't owed the health fee.

I'm playing a game, and I don't have time to talk to him. Just thinking about handing it in the next day.

The next day, when she ran down to pay the money, she asked me which family it was and looked at the goods with a strange expression.

When I came up, I saw the grass, and the door lock core was stuffed with wood.

This bitch, turn around and argue with her at once.

This product is wrong, but I still ignore it, saying that I have no evidence.

He also said that I heard someone looking for Mao Mingming at home yesterday. Why didn't I open the door?

Fuck it. I'm drawing. Not my family. My hands are busy.

Why should I open it? Do I owe Nepal property fees?

He's a bitch. He said you went to the police. What do you want without proof?

This spilled B. I almost lost my mind and wanted someone to beat her up.

Woman, it doesn't work if you spill it, like this.

It's bad luck to step on shit when you go out