Rong Zhao, male, Nin

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.,Ning Yuan happened to see the cold, sharp aura surrounding him. She subconsciously gasped for air.,Tang Zhenzhen choked, a wronged look on her face: "I also heard Xue Hong say that, and misunderstood."。