"Aba... ba, ba Ni Ma!"
Fan Suyu suddenly pointed at Feng Lin, furious.
After scolding him, her eyes widened dramatically.
"One, two, three, four, five, six..."
Although her speech wasn't clear, it was still distinguishable.
Then, Fan Suyu recited a few ancient poems, her pronunciation becoming clearer and more standard.
Feng Lin nodded subtly to himself, it was almost there.
This counted as good because before she became mute, she had already learned to talk.
If she hadn't known how to speak at that time, even if her vocal cords were healed, she would have had to learn to pronounce all over again.
"It seems like there's nothing wrong now."
Feng Lin stood up, glanced indifferently at Fan Suyu, "You owe me a favor, fifty years' worth of Natural Treasures, originally I planned to keep them as a family heirloom."
"Thank you!"
Fan Suyu bowed deeply to Feng Lin, her eyes full of gratitude.
"I prefer tangible thanks."
