Opening the car door, he casually picked up the bouquet of red roses that no one wanted. As soon as his feet touched the ground and his head stuck out of the car door, Junzhong's eyes were squinted by the wind, and he was almost lifted up by the wind.
Why is it so small that the wind has stopped?
When did it become so boring that I couldn't stay in the car but had to come down and enjoy the sandstorm?
He gritted his teeth and walked towards the shadow against the wind.
The little thing didn't pay attention to his approach. There are many people coming and going here, and it has been ignored for a long time, and it has become accustomed to not needing to be on guard.