Rong Zhao, male, Nin

She wiped the sweat from her face haphazardly. "Let's not dwell on that, Dr. Rong. Old Branch Secretary promised to get us some old furniture. We need to go to the storage room in the village primary school.",Carefully, he took out a small amount of fried rice flower and earthen tea from inside.,Although they are all bad, they are indeed office furniture.。