Seeing his reaction, Xiang Yang narrowed his eyes: "You know all this?"

Uncle Zhang bent down and picked up all the miniature cameras on the ground. When he stood up, he turned to look at Xiang Yang, his tone carrying a hint of danger.

"Young Master Xiang!" Uncle Zhang handed all the cameras to Xiang Yang. "If you're willing to listen to my advice, then hurry back and pretend you never discovered these things."

Xiangyang found him really funny, so he laughed and asked, "What did you say?"

Uncle Zhang: "This doesn't mean you've lost anything, does it? It's just a few cameras. Even if they captured something, Master Qin won't let those videos leak out. You really don't need to get so worked up."

"Do you even know what you're saying?" Xiang Yang repeated.

Uncle Zhang: "I think you need to calm down first."

"He's sick!" Xiangyang interrupted him, practically furious. "And now you're telling me this?"

Uncle Zhang looked at Xiang Yang and frowned. "Young Master Xiang, don't talk about Master Qin like that."

Xiangyang went upstairs without paying attention to anything else. Uncle Zhang tried to stop him, but he couldn't.

Master Qin's door has never been locked over the years, and Xiangyang can just walk in.

The moment Xiangyang entered the room, he was completely stunned.

The entire room was covered with his photos.

Clothed and naked, in rooms and bathrooms, they were all there...

Xiangyang only glanced at it, but he already felt his scalp tingle.

Uncle Zhang dared not enter Master Qin's room without permission, so he could only stand outside and try to persuade Xiangyang to come out quickly.

Xiangyang covered his mouth, knelt on the ground in spasms, and dry heaved.

madman!

"Young Master Xiang! You'd better come out right now!"

Just then, Aunt Liu's panicked voice came from outside.

"Master Qin, why are you back so soon!"

Uncle Zhang broke out in a cold sweat.

Qin Ye wearily took off his coat, glanced lazily upstairs, and frowned at Uncle Zhang, who looked uneasy. "What's wrong?"

After saying that, Master Qin glanced in the direction of his bedroom, and then suddenly seemed to realize something, his eyes trembling violently.

Xiangyang came out of his room and stood upstairs, looking at him.

Master Qin looked at Xiang Yang, wanting to smile at him and ask, "What are you doing upstairs?"

"Kid, what brings you here?" Master Qin walked towards him step by step, his footsteps making a sound on the wooden stairs. "Why didn't you call ahead?"

When Qin Ye was only a few steps away from Xiang Yang, Xiang Yang looked at him and clicked his tongue in a cold and disgusted manner.

Then, Xiangyang, just like the stack of photos in his hand, threw them all at his face.

Xiang Yang: "Qin Gang!"

Amidst the falling photographs, Master Qin calmly gazes at Xiangyang, his grip on the stair railing tightening even more.

Xiang Yang parted his lips slightly, "Aren't you disgusting?"

"Disgusting?" Master Qin walked towards him step by step. "How am I disgusting? What I do is none of your business. Have I hurt you?"

Xiangyang couldn't stand his gaze and took a step back.

"Really." Master Qin's voice was extremely low, carrying a sickly, dark, and damp quality.

Xiangyang frowned.

He bent down and picked up a photo. "I didn't hit you or yell at you. It's just a few photos. What more do you want?"

Xiang Yang suspected he had truly gone mad, “…Qin Gang!”

"Just pretend you don't know anything about this, okay?" Qin Gang looked at him, walked over to him, put his hand on his shoulder, looked down at him gently, his eyes full of tenderness. "It's not a big deal, is it? By the way, didn't you ask me to go fishing tomorrow?"

Xiangyang struggled for a moment, "..."

Qin Gang's antisocial index was supposed to be only 0.1%, so why is it still like this?

Xiangyang contacted Xiaoguai: "Is there some kind of error in the system?"

"..." Xiao Guai checked for a while, "The system shows that everything is normal."

"What's wrong?" Master Qin patted his shoulder to comfort him and asked with a smile, "Why are you so scared?"

Xiangyang suspected he was really sick, so she took his hand and said, "Brother Qin, how about... I take you to see a doctor?"

Upon hearing this, Master Qin's eyes froze.

Uncle Zhang suddenly stopped Xiangyang from continuing: "Xiangyang!!!"

Master Qin just stared at him for a long time, and finally, with a helpless look on his face, said, "Fine."

Uncle Zhang hesitated, feeling a chill run down his spine, but he could only stand there.

Seeing that he didn't seem to be joking, Xiangyang tried to take his hand and lead him downstairs.

If Qin Gang is really... it would be best to combine medication with treatment.

Uncle Zhang was worried that something might happen, so he quickly went to call the driver.

After getting in the car, Qin asked Xiangyang, "Shall we go fishing together again tomorrow?"

Xiangyang seemed a little distracted. "Let's talk about it tomorrow."

"...Hmm." Master Qin leaned back and closed his eyes.

Xiangyang hesitated for a moment, but eventually reached out and grasped his hand.

"I'm not sick," said Master Qin.

Xiangyang didn't respond to that, but instead tightened his grip on his hand.

The car was already moving when Qin Ye slowly opened his eyes and looked at Xiang Yang.

Xiangyang: "...What's wrong with you?"

Master Qin fell down, landing on his lap and wrapping his arms around his waist. His massive body was quite heavy.

Xiang Yang was stunned for a moment.

Master Qin then asked him, "Are you going fishing again tomorrow?"

"..." Xiangyang said, "The weather might not be very good tomorrow."

“But you said you were going fishing last week,” Qin Ye said, his magnetic voice calm yet seemingly coquettish, “I’ve been waiting for it since last week.”

Xiangyang paused for a moment as he held Xiangyang's body.

“You said you wanted to live with me,” Qin’s voice was so low it was almost inaudible. “You also wanted to get married, have children, work, have friends… and you even have a goddaughter… I just want to go fishing with you once, but that will take a long time.”

"Where do you place me in the boundaries you've drawn..."

Xiangyang's arms tightened around him.

The driver kept his eyes straight ahead, only slightly moving the hand holding the steering wheel.

"What are you saying?" Xiangyang didn't want to hear him anymore.

“I don’t want to bother you,” said Mr. Qin, “so can’t you be a little more lenient with me?”

Xiangyang looked down at him.

Master Qin looked at him and said sarcastically, "It's just a few photos. Just pretend you didn't see them, that's all."