Rong Zhao, male, Nin

He glared at Tang Zhenzhen, twisting his head away in embarrassment, but still clutching the wound on his head.,He gritted his teeth in pain: "Ouch, you two, be careful when you lift me!",She held a stack of old newspapers, watching Rong Zhaonan effortlessly drag a cart filled with broken furniture – a cabinet, tables, and chairs – along the side.。