Rong Zhao, male, Nin

Rong Zhaonan looked at the cart she pulled over and raised an eyebrow: "Alright, let's go.",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.,"Oh, Jianhua, you have to be more careful next time, don't roll off the riverbank again!"。