Rong Zhao, male, Nin

She held a stack of old newspapers, watching Rong Zhaonan effortlessly drag a cart filled with broken furniture – a cabinet, tables, and chairs – along the side.,Ning Yuan rolled up her sleeves and nodded: "I know a little, I'll practice more later.",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!"。