"Old monster, stop hiding like a coward, get out here!" The Dragon Head roared lowly, "Don't pull this act anymore, now pretending to be clueless!"
"Do I need to pretend to be clueless?"
The old monster's deep middle-aged male voice immediately echoed around.
The next moment, the old monster appeared swiftly in front of the Dragon Head, wearing a robe and mask.
Upon seeing the old monster, the Dragon Head's eyes immediately fell on him, and his gaze seemed to blaze with fire, wanting to pulverize him.
"Old monster, what do you mean by giving the letter to Ye Xunhuan!" The Dragon Head cut straight to the chase without any nonsense, afraid the old monster would feign ignorance.
The old monster had long predicted the Dragon Head's intent, so he appeared unsurprised and calmly said, "Why shouldn't I give the letter to him? It was his in the first place, merely kept with me for a while."
"And of course, the letter in your hand is also his!"
"You..."
