Rong Zhao, male, Nin

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.,Ning Yuan suddenly grabbed the large watering can by the side and, with a scoopful of manure-laden water, splashed it directly onto Huang Xuehong's black and fat face.。