Queena Young didn't know why, she was dragged to the underground parking lot by Lily Zris and stuffed into a red Benz G-Class.
Lily Zris's speed was as unrestrained as she was, Queena Young silently grasped the handrail, thinking of Steven Hawk strangely at this moment.
These two people may have a fight in drag racing.
Half an hour later, the red Benz G-Class drifted beautifully near the open square.
In the center of the square, a fragrance competition is being held.
The host is calling the number on the stage: "The last registered contestant, Queena Young! Where is Miss Queena Young?"
"Here!" Lily Zris raised her hand and yelled, dragging Queena Young to rush over in a hurry, "Baby, your talent in perfumery cannot be buried, help me get back the prize for the first place!"
Queena Y
