Rong Zhao, male, Nin

Rong Zhaonan looked at Ning Yuan and said faintly, "Is that so",Before she even stepped into the courtyard, she saw two male youths carrying a person on a stretcher. The man had a bruised face, a swollen nose, and a bloody bandage wrapped around his head as they walked back.,He glared at Tang Zhenzhen, twisting his head away in embarrassment, but still clutching the wound on his head.。