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.,Back in the house, Wang Ming wanted to take a shower and cool off. But unfortunately, his stomach started grumbling at that very moment.,It turned out that as soon as the walnut was bitten, something similar flowed into Wang Ming's throat along his teeth and into his stomach.。