Rong Zhaonan watched Ning Yuan carry the newspaper into the room, then came out and skillfully flipped out the repair tools borrowed from the village committee.,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.",But the next moment, Rong Zhaonan bowed his head and stood behind her, instantly becoming that silent, inconspicuous weak scholar again.。