Rong Zhao, male, Nin

Before she even stepped into the courtyard, she saw two male youths carrying a person on a stretcher. The man had a bruised face, a swollen nose, and a bloody bandage wrapped around his head as they walked back.,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."。