Throwing the cigarette butt fiercely onto the ground, stepping on the gas pedal, the Lamborghini rushed out.
London.
Looking at the room filled with wedding dresses, Su Nian's eyes widened in amazement. Her blue eyes shone with astonishment. "Luoz, where did you get so many wedding dresses?"
Gently smiling at her, Luoz didn't answer her question. Instead, he held her hand and led her forward, "There are a few you designed, all limited editions. Do you still like them? If not, pick something else."
"Ah, I'm overwhelmed." Su Nian pouted, looking at Luoz with an expression of perplexity.
Brushing her seaweed-like long hair, Luoz affectionately said, "Don't worry, take your time. Pick the one you like most."
"Ok." Su Nian nodded heavily, joy written all over her pure face.
