To tell you the truth, Wang Ming at this moment looked quite disheveled. He was wearing a t-shirt that was dirtier than something you'd find in a trash can – it was stained and wrinkled. Even from afar, you could smell the stench of sweat emanating from him.,At that moment, a black ball fell out of the pocket of the garment, making a sound in the silent little room.,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.。