Rong Zhao, male, Nin

Qin Xiaoxia was glared at by them, so she had to reluctantly take an old biscuit tin from her own box.,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.,Ning Yuan rolled up her sleeves and nodded: "I know a little, I'll practice more later."。