On my thirtieth birthday, my mom gave me a 500-square-meter mansion.
Immediately, my younger brother's girlfriend showed up at the door.
"Sis, you're a thirty-year-old leftover woman, living alone in such a big house must be scary. Be proactive and let me and your nephew live with you, everyone will say you're considerate."
Hilarious, they even brought out that argument. It's like they're trying to make me lose face.
They're shamelessly shameless, spinning around without a trace of shame.
