C280 You Guys Are the Ones Who Are the Foundation?

Sunday morning, the sun was shining.

The white Maserati, with the open top, and the golden rose in the back, was extremely beautiful. A large bunch of them were stuck in the back, and the smaller girl was probably holding them in her arms, drowning her head. Such rare flowers were obviously flown from abroad. Moreover, they were very difficult to cultivate and had very low production