The Heavenly Eye Gho

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.,Originally, yesterday's fellow worker, Mr. Wang (the same one who suffered from heatstroke today), brought a bag of walnuts back from his hometown and distributed them to the workers. Apart from Wang Ming, most workers took a few. Zhou Pi was especially ruthless, taking the entire bag away.,At this time, Wang Ming's handful of walnuts had nothing but their shells. Even a bad walnut shouldn't be completely empty.。