Li Banfeng looked at Zhao Xiaowan, holding the phonograph in his arms.
Zhao Xiaowan looked at Li Banfeng, pursed her lips, and asked: "Little Servant is here, doesn't husband want to hug me?"
Li Banfeng hugged the phonograph and said: "Isn't this a hug?"
Zhao Xiaowan looked at the phonograph, then at Li Banfeng: "Does husband like hugging this?"
Li Banfeng held the phonograph tightly and said: "Haven't we always hugged like this?"
Zhao Xiaowan rubbed her forehead, feeling a wave of dizziness.
Hong Ying sighed lightly: "Xiaowan, the man you chose yourself, you have to accept your fate even if you have to grit your teeth."
Zhao Xiaowan was furious, raised a board to hit Hong Ying, but in her anger, her soul couldn't stay attached to the puppet and suddenly returned to the phonograph.
"You crazy man, am I not pretty enough? Am I not good-looking? Everyone else is staring, why don't you take another look!" The phonograph waved its needle, wrestling with Li Banfeng.
