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.,Suddenly, Wang Ming's smile stopped abruptly. His brow furrowed, and doubt clouded his face.,At this very moment, the music from within the curtains suddenly stopped abruptly. A human-shaped shadow fell backwards and landed in the bathroom. For a long time, there was no movement, only the sound of running water from inside the bathroom.。