Rong Zhao, male, Nin

He glared at Tang Zhenzhen, twisting his head away in embarrassment, but still clutching the wound on his head.,Qin Xiaoxia was glared at by them, so she had to reluctantly take an old biscuit tin from her own box.,Tang Zhenzhen choked, a wronged look on her face: "I also heard Xue Hong say that, and misunderstood."。