The Phonograph stood by the bed, first looking at the soundly sleeping Li Banfeng, then over at Hong Ying, who was standing before the vanity. Hong Ying found she couldn't sit still; for the past two days, she had only been able to stand.
After a moment of silence, Hong Ying suddenly shouted, "You vile woman, how are you going to settle this account?"
"Settle? My husband has given you an advantage, and you dare to settle accounts with me?" The Phonograph was even more infuriated than Hong Ying. "If you were even a tiny bit useful, would I have needed to suffer so much last night?"
"What do you mean I'm not useful? Your madman can't even tell a door from a window; how can you expect me to be useful?"
The Phonograph let out a cold laugh. "Even if he knew the difference, do you really think you could have succeeded?"
