"You... you really are Kexiao, I heard you died long ago."
"Hehe, it's not wrong to say I'm dead."
"Then why are you still alive?"
"Hmm, I am indeed still alive. Why, do you wish I were dead?"
The old men in the parliament were both surprised and delighted, and they swarmed around to examine him closely...
He really is Kexiao, no doubt about it.
Some couldn't resist and reached out to touch him to see if he was an impostor. Kexiao was speechless yet helpless, letting the old kids fool around.
But he himself is not a toy. This time he returned for a serious matter.
After some commotion, the old men finally relented. The heavy atmosphere of the Saudi parliament completely disappeared, replaced by a joyful and harmonious vibe. It was the breath of spring, as if the once smoky environment of the venue had suddenly become much fresher.
The armed sentries outside, upon hearing and seeing the news of Kexiao's return, were also excited beyond control, eager to take a few more looks.
