Rong Zhao, male, Nin

At the end of the year, the collective team calculated the food rations for the educated youth.,Qin Xiaoxia was glared at by them, so she had to reluctantly take an old biscuit tin from her own box.,He was halfway through his sentence when he suddenly raised his eyes sharply towards the path leading to the cow shed, a cold glint of alert appearing in his eyes. "Someone's coming."。