Rong Zhao, male, Nin

He glared at Tang Zhenzhen, twisting his head away in embarrassment, but still clutching the wound on his head.,Tang Zhenzhen rolled her eyes internally, but a helpless smile appeared on her face: "Alright, let's go. We'll have to grab some food for him later. After all, he's our fellow comrade.",Huang Xuedong has always been Tang Zhenzhen's loyal follower. Seeing the furniture on the cart beside Ning Yuan from afar, he blurted out —。