He glared at Tang Zhenzhen, twisting his head away in embarrassment, but still clutching the wound on his head.,Qin Xiaoxiao was just forced to take something out, and now she muttered softly: "The cookies and candy must have been sent by Ning Yuan's family, right",She held a stack of old newspapers, watching Rong Zhaonan effortlessly drag a cart filled with broken furniture – a cabinet, tables, and chairs – along the side.。