Rong Zhao, male, Nin

There, Rong Zhaonan dragged the cart and Ning Yuan together to the old classroom of the village school.,Qin Xiaoxiao was just forced to take something out, and now she muttered softly: "The cookies and candy must have been sent by Ning Yuan's family, right",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."。