Rong Zhao, male, Nin

"That's right, your head is busted, and you have a cracked rib. You need to recuperate and can't earn work points!",He glared at Tang Zhenzhen, twisting his head away in embarrassment, but still clutching the wound on his head.,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.。