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.,This Wang Ming doesn't take things, of course because he knew from a young age that it's easy to get things but hard to return them in this world.。