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.,In less than three minutes, he finished a large plate of fried rice and, after patting his belly contentedly, leisurely went back.,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.。