Rong Zhao, male, Nin

He glared at Tang Zhenzhen, twisting his head away in embarrassment, but still clutching the wound on his head.,Tang Zhenzhen rolled her eyes internally, but a helpless smile appeared on her face: "Alright, let's go. We'll have to grab some food for him later. After all, he's our fellow comrade.",Tang Zhenzhen choked, a wronged look on her face: "I also heard Xue Hong say that, and misunderstood."。