"Why are you such a stickler for details, fatso? What's your problem?"
"It's not exactly a problem... just suddenly felt like you calling me this many times doesn't seem possible." Zhang Xiaobo scratched his head, pondering deeply. Could he have become completely numb? He asked, "Did you really call me three times just now?"
"Yep, definitely. If you don't believe me, you can ask everyone."
Upon hearing this, the fatso carefully studied Sky Shadow. In Sky Shadow's gaze, he discerned a hint of unusual contempt—a kind of indifference unique to the eyes of a true king, evidently unconcerned about the matter at hand. In other words, asking Sky Shadow would be futile; he clearly didn't care about this triviality. Thus, Zhang Xiaobo quickly shifted his gaze to another person.
That person was Roland. However, Roland merely shrugged at him, neither affirming nor denying. Clearly, Roland also didn't care about such an insignificant matter or might not have even noticed it.
