Rong Zhao, male, Nin

Huang Xuehong, seeing this, began to count on her fingers and muttered: "Wang Jianhua is injured and on sick leave. His work points for a day are only 3. We have to work harder to make up for him, otherwise, by the end of the year when we get paid based on our work points, if his points are short, we will all be dragged down...",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.",Huang Xuěhóng met Li Yan's gaze, his round face flushed red. He instinctively scolded Ning Yuán: "That...that's not because you stole Zhēnzhēn's money and things, that's why we misunderstood you!"。