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 laughed generously and said, "I have red sugar in my box. I'll take some red sugar to make oil tea and stir-fry rice.",Rong Zhaonan put the cart in front of the house and pushed his black-framed glasses up the bridge of his nose: "Now, do we bring things into the house"。