Rong Zhao, male, Nin
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state:serializing
author: 匿名
Ning Yuan shook her head: "We should fix the roof and cover the windows with paper first. These pieces of furniture need to be disassembled, repaired, and reassembled before we can use them. The house is too small, and there's not enough space to move around.",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.。