C684 Camping

Not only did I have extravagant hopes for the pottery flower, Zhang Desheng, who was standing beside me, also looked over.

Old Zhang was not a f * cking person. He still couldn't forget about the pottery flowers.

Back then, when a woman was his daughter-in-law, he'd made love to her time and time again. Tao Hua had returned to the Pear Blossom Village for so long