
Rong Zhao, male, Nin
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state:serializing
author: 匿名
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.,Tang Zhenzhen rolled her eyes internally, but a helpless smile appeared on her face: "Alright, let's go. We'll have to grab some food for him later. After all, he's our fellow comrade.",Huang Xuehong's eyes lit up immediately: "That's right, Tan Xiaoxia, bring some out. You are all like-minded people. Don't be stingy like a capitalist! We'll give you scallions, ginger, and garlic!"。