Wang Mingzheng was muttering to himself when a fifteen or sixteen-year-old walked towards him. He carried a backpack and had a pair of endearing dimples on his face, radiating youthful energy yet carrying an air of detachment.,At this time, Wang Ming's handful of walnuts had nothing but their shells. Even a bad walnut shouldn't be completely empty.,At this very moment, the music from within the curtains suddenly stopped abruptly. A human-shaped shadow fell backwards and landed in the bathroom. For a long time, there was no movement, only the sound of running water from inside the bathroom.。