Ghost Leopard Douluo's tone was utterly natural.
His demeanor was like that of an elder doting on a junior, rewarding a younger relative who had just scored full marks and brought honor to the family.
Tang San accepted the glistening, fragrant grilled lamb skewer and gave Ghost Leopard Douluo a perfectly timed smile of gratitude from a junior to an elder.
"Thank you, Senior."
Then he turned his head and looked at his uncle, who had already been completely petrified.
He said nothing.
Yet his gaze, his posture, and the still-steaming skewer in his hand all seemed to speak silently.
See that?
Uncle.
This is why I said I won't go back.
Here, I, Tang San, am respected!
Tang Xiao looked at his nephew's young yet unfamiliar face, at the undisguised smugness and arrogance in his eyes.
A surge of blood rushed straight to his head!
He felt as though his lungs were about to explode!
You motherf—
Tang Xiao clenched his fists tightly. Veins bulged on his resolute face, and his muscles twitched wildly with extreme fury.
He wanted to curse.
He wanted to slap this nephew awake, this nephew whose mind had already been corrupted by power and vanity!
But he did not dare.
He knew that if he made a move here, then the next second, he would follow in Yu Luomian's footsteps and become the second freshly made "carrot" on the streets of Spirit City.
In the end.
All his rage, all his unwillingness, all his frustration at seeing someone fail to live up to expectations became a sigh filled with endless exhaustion and desolation.
Tang Xiao loosened his tightly clenched fists.
He gave Tang San one last, long look.
That gaze was incomparably complex.
There was disappointment, heartbreak, and anger, but more than anything, there