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.,A burst of sound traveled into Wang Ming's ears, and immediately, Wang Ming broke into a happy smile.,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.。