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.,But Wang Ming was used to wandering and naturally prepared these things.,Wang Ming sighed inwardly, then turned and went into the house to look for something edible. Soon, the sound of rummaging through drawers and boxes came from inside the house.。