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 must have his reasons for saying that. This landlord not only has dozens of houses like the one Wang Ming envies, but also a fast-food restaurant.,After a quick shower, Wang Ming picked up a relatively clean shirt from the ground and prepared to leave.。