Hong Ying clearly had no eyes, yet she wrote the word "vile" so accurately.
Out of respect for Hong Ying, Li Banfeng didn't even attempt to erase it, asking in a gentle and delicate tone, "Ying Ying, I wanted to ask you about regrowing flesh."
Hong Ying laughed. "Longing for this flesh of mine? Do you prefer Peach or Conscience? That awful wife of yours can't regrow it, can she? Realizing you're in a hurry now, are you?"
Li Banfeng honestly replied, "Indeed, it's quite urgent."
"Alright then, I'll teach you. Just call me 'Wife,' and I'll teach you."
"No problem!" Li Banfeng mustered his strength, strained every muscle, and squeezed out from his throat, "Ying Ying."
"I told you to call me 'Wife'!"
"That, uh, beloved Ying Ying."
"I want you to call me 'Wife'!"
The Phonograph from the main room said, "Beloved husband, just call her 'Wife.' Little Servant won't be upset."
Li Banfeng took a deep breath and stared at Hong Ying for a long time, but still didn't utter a word.
