Rong Zhao, male, Nin

Rong Zhaonan looked at the cart she pulled over and raised an eyebrow: "Alright, let's go.",He glared at Tang Zhenzhen, twisting his head away in embarrassment, but still clutching the wound on his head.,But the next moment, Rong Zhaonan bowed his head and stood behind her, instantly becoming that silent, inconspicuous weak scholar again.。