"It seems this time, this great villain is going to play the role of a loyal subject to the nation for once."
Just as Alex was silently calculating in his heart, Sylra suddenly walked over from the distance.
He hurriedly did a carp kip-up to stand and smiled. "Senior, why are you here?"
"Stinky brat, you have the nerve to ask." Sylra's old face was black. He directly whacked his crutch against Alex's skull, cursing and swearing.
"You brat stirred up so much trouble yourself, yet you let this old man take the blame for you."
"You're quite happy enjoying your leisure, freely sunbathing here, are you trying to anger this old man to death?"
Alex feigned bewilderment, playing dumb. "Senior, what... what are you talking about?"
"You've always known me. I have always acted with a low profile and would absolutely never stir up trouble out of nothing."
"Besides, haven't I been sunbathing here every day before this?"
