Rong Zhao, male, Nin

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.,She reluctantly said, "I don't have any bone broth. This beaten tea without bone broth isn't tasty.",But the next moment, Rong Zhaonan bowed his head and stood behind her, instantly becoming that silent, inconspicuous weak scholar again.。