Tang Mo saw the corner of Wu Sheng's mouth twitch. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Su Li and Wu Qihua, who were pretending not to hear a thing. A quick smile flashed across his face before he put on a serious expression and continued.
"It's true what they say. People with dark skin shouldn't wear dark clothes, especially not red."
Wu Sheng stared at Tang Mo's handsome little face and ground his teeth.
"I'm still handsome, even with a tan."
Tang Mo made a face that said he begged to differ.
"You're certainly pale, Little Point," Wu Sheng huffed, "but you're just so skinny. Not an ounce of meat on your bones. Who knows if you'll even grow tall." He suddenly puffed out his chest and strode in front of Tang Mo.
He crossed his arms, casually sizing up Tang Mo's height. Tilting his head back slightly, he launched into his usual verbal assault.
Tang Mo: "..."
'Little boys always want to be tall. They want to grow up in an instant, but unfortunately, that takes time.'
