"I guess so?" Xiao He scratched his head.

"Does Lele know?"

"She knew it at a glance, no need to say anything."

Aren't you afraid she'll get angry?

Xiao He remained silent for a long time before finally replying, "No, that won't happen."

"What?" Yang Xing noticed something in his eyes: "You..."

[Yang Xing: Has your condition worsened? Does she know?]

Xiao He: I know.

Yang Xing: I understand.

[Yang Xing: Does Xuefeng know?]

[Xiao He: You probably guessed it.]

"Sigh..." Yang Xing silently returned to his sofa.

Xiao He turned his gaze to his model stand, which seemed to have many new and interesting items.

"Pick whatever you want this time, I mean what I say!" Yang Xing said with a hearty expression.

Upon hearing this, Xiao He turned to him with a look of doubt.

"Make me a drum set."

"ah?"

"Just for fun."

"oh."

"Dinner's ready!" Wang Xuefeng called out from the kitchen.

Xiao He stretched and stood up: "I'll go help serve the dishes."

"Go ahead, go ahead." Yang Xing waved his hand, seemingly already searching for the manufacturing blueprint in the system's manufacturing interface.

The moment Wang Xuefeng sensed Xiao He appearing behind him, his psychological trauma instantly intensified...

"What the hell? I'm here to serve the dishes, why are you hiding so far away?"

"You hold it, you hold it. You, you, you..."

"Get out of my way, get out of my way."

"...There's no way out!"

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(Book club group number: 7811,436,04. I won't advertise the rest. Look for the "#" mark to identify the corresponding serial number. You can find the group album yourself.)