
Rong Zhao, male, Nin
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She reluctantly said, "I don't have any bone broth. This beaten tea without bone broth isn't tasty.",Ning Yuan almost suspected she was hallucinating. Before she could react, she heard footsteps.,That's Rong Zhaonan's uncleaned brush water from cleaning a cow this morning.。