The staff secretly said these things, and the little old man came out from the room behind, holding a small terminal instrument in his hand. He placed the instrument on the table, "Pick whatever you like!"
Xu Huo opened it and glanced at the catalog briefly, somewhat surprised, and asked, "You were involved in making the Super Instruments?"
"What's so strange about that," the little old man said disdainfully, "instruments are all made by people."
"I'm starting to believe you're a real master now," Xu Huo said.
The little old man said unhappily, "Do I need your belief?"
Xu Huo put away the terminal instrument, "Lend this to me for two days, I'll decide afterward."
"You're such a big person doing things so slowly." Although the little old man was complaining, his hands didn't stop, "Take it, take it."
