Rong Zhao, male, Nin

He wants to see how long this little spy can keep up the act.,He glared at Tang Zhenzhen, twisting his head away in embarrassment, but still clutching the wound on his head.,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!"。