
Rong Zhao, male, Nin
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author: 匿名
There, Rong Zhaonan dragged the cart and Ning Yuan together to the old classroom of the village school.,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.",Although they are all bad, they are indeed office furniture.。