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.,Wang Ming, without a word, immediately took the cracked walnut from Li Ya's hand. He followed the crack and snapped it open, revealing something that left Wang Ming stunned.,Having said that, he tossed the walnut shells in his hand aside, quickly put on his clothes, and went out.。