"He Jiaqing" sensed something was amiss and turned to run outside the door.
He pulled at the door for a long time, but it didn't budge.
The phonograph was still sulking, endlessly complaining: "I knew that person with the surname Song was not simple, just with that talent he could charm that mad Han. Tell me, is she pretty?"
Red Lotus thought for a while: "It depends on the comparison. Comparing to your appearance before you died, she doesn't measure up. But as for your appearance now..."
The phonograph's voice trembled: "What's wrong with my appearance now? Didn't that mad Han say he didn't mind?"
Hong Ying advised from the side: "Xiaowan, don't be angry, don't listen to Red Lotus' gossip!"
"He Jiaqing" paused for a moment, doubting whether he had overreacted, as it seemed no one in the room cared about him.
Since they didn't care, he didn't need to be polite. "He Jiaqing" looked around and noticed two other doors in the room, one opposite and one along the wall.
