Rong Zhao, male, Nin

"That's right, your head is busted, and you have a cracked rib. You need to recuperate and can't earn work points!",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.,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."。