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.,Wang Ming rented a small brick house here, less than ten square meters. Although it was small, it had everything you could need in terms of furnishings, of course, these weren't given by the kind landlord.,After a quick shower, Wang Ming picked up a relatively clean shirt from the ground and prepared to leave.。