Rong Zhao, male, Nin

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.",Huang Xuedong has always been Tang Zhenzhen's loyal follower. Seeing the furniture on the cart beside Ning Yuan from afar, he blurted out —,Tang Zhenzhen choked, a wronged look on her face: "I also heard Xue Hong say that, and misunderstood."。