Lin Zhenghui was not fickle; he was just enjoying life.
In his heart, there were always just one or two women, and everyone knew it.
Evening!
The villagers took Lin Zhenbo up the mountain and found a place to bury him.
Then, some tourists from the big city, who had never seen such a thing, took out their phones to film and posted it on their social media.
Talking about coffins bringing fortune, they even uploaded it to online platforms; you have to admire these naive youngsters.
"BABY, someone in the village died, and if Lin Zhenghui doesn't come back to the room to spend the night, just the two of us, I'm scared," Annie faintly heard some crying and the loud noise of gongs and drums.
"I'll call him."
If you say BABY wasn't scared, that would be strange.
Just now, the two of them had seen the villagers carrying a coffin, passing by Lin Zhenghui's front door.
If they hadn't seen these things, perhaps they wouldn't be scared.
But they saw what they shouldn't have seen.
