Rong Zhaonan looked at the cart she pulled over and raised an eyebrow: "Alright, let's go.",He glared at Tang Zhenzhen, twisting his head away in embarrassment, but still clutching the wound on his head.,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."。