Rong Zhao, male, Nin

Tang Zhenzhen stared in astonishment and anger at the patient on the stretcher. It wasn't Wang Jianhua, who was it,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.",Ning Yuan looked puzzled: "What are you talking about These things were borrowed from the team. They're old, used office furniture. Lao Zhibishu wrote it down in black and white, with a receipt. I even promised to fix them up and return them later!"。