"Little White? More like Dimwit White, am I right? That name really fits like a glove," Oscar couldn't help but mutter under his breath.
Dai Mubai, his face looking less than pleased and his eyes still icy cold like Xiaowu's, coughed and pulled Zhu Zhuqing aside. The Fatty and Oscar quickly caught on, with Oscar pulling Ning Rongrong along and the Fatty greeting the newly arrived Bai Chenxiang. In Tang San's eyes, these unloyal friends had already scurried away to the side, leaving only Tang San and Xiaowu standing there.
At this moment, Xiaowu didn't look like a beauty but more like a volcano on the verge of eruption. Tang San's spiritual power was exceptionally strong; he felt crystal clear that Xiaowu was on the brink of exploding. With a thought, he mimicked the tone of the Devil Soul Great White Shark King, Little White, "It was my fault; I apologize to you. I'm sorry, Xiaowu. You know, I..."
