Rong Zhao, male, Nin

Tang Zhenzhen stared in astonishment and anger at the patient on the stretcher. It wasn't Wang Jianhua, who was it,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.",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."。