Chapter 4 (part 2)

Until one day, on his way back from his shopping trip, he had heard that annoying nickname again.

"Xiao Wū Mù, you're hard to intercept without your little fan club," a wry voice had said behind him.

To his surprise, the shopping bag he was holding had slipped from his hands, falling to the ground. Then, heedless of the cans rolling everywhere, he had turned to face the owner of that item.

"You think you're funny? My name is Adam and not Xiao Wū Mù." He had rebelled.

"I know! But I find that the name I gave you suits you better," Shàng Wèi had said confidently, approaching him. "You see, your skin is the shade of Macassar ebony, which is very precious and not easy to come by, kind of like you are." He had said with a caressing look.

Adam had been incredulous; he had never heard such nonsense. It was clear he was pulling his leg.

"You know there are different shades of colors in the world; we're not all made the same. The fact that you'