He glared at Tang Zhenzhen, twisting his head away in embarrassment, but still clutching the wound on his head.,Ning Yuan and Rong Zhaonan spent the whole afternoon rummaging through the dusty old storage room of the village elementary school, finally dragging a car full of "junk" back to their small hut in the cow shed.,Ning Yuan happened to see the cold, sharp aura surrounding him. She subconsciously gasped for air.。