
Rong Zhao, male, Nin
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Qin Xiaoxia was glared at by them, so she had to reluctantly take an old biscuit tin from her own box.,Tang Zhenzhen laughed generously and said, "I have red sugar in my box. I'll take some red sugar to make oil tea and stir-fry rice.",Seeing the red sash and villagers, everyone started whispering amongst themselves.。