Rong Zhao, male, Nin

Carefully, he took out a small amount of fried rice flower and earthen tea from inside.,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.",Li Yandao suddenly felt relieved and looked at Tang Zhenzhen: "I said Ning Yuan is not like that."。