Rong Zhao, male, Nin
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state:serializing
author: 匿名
He was halfway through his sentence when he suddenly raised his eyes sharply towards the path leading to the cow shed, a cold glint of alert appearing in his eyes. "Someone's coming.",Some villagers who witnessed the commotion also spoke up: “We did see Lai the accountant from our village going to the elementary school warehouse with Ning Yuan this morning.”,Ning Yuan suddenly grabbed the large watering can by the side and, with a scoopful of manure-laden water, splashed it directly onto Huang Xuehong's black and fat face.。