Rong Zhao, male, Nin

Carefully, he took out a small amount of fried rice flower and earthen tea from inside.,But the next moment, Rong Zhaonan bowed his head and stood behind her, instantly becoming that silent, inconspicuous weak scholar again.,Huang Xuěhóng met Li Yan's gaze, his round face flushed red. He instinctively scolded Ning Yuán: "That...that's not because you stole Zhēnzhēn's money and things, that's why we misunderstood you!"。