Rong Zhao, male, Nin

She is from Guibai and was sent here. Her family sent her oil tea, but she wouldn't even eat it herself.,Rong Zhaonan put the cart in front of the house and pushed his black-framed glasses up the bridge of his nose: "Now, do we bring things into the house",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."。