While waiting for the waiter to serve the dishes, Ye Fan, out of professional habit, observed the private room attentively.
Seeing this, Mo Xiaoyan asked, "Brother-in-law, what are you looking for?"
"Hehe, nothing much. Just checking if there are any hidden cameras or anything," Ye Fan turned back to face Mo Xiaoyan and smiled lightly.
Mo Xiaoyan immediately became vigilant and asked, "Are there any?"
"There are none in this private room," Ye Fan walked back to the sofa and sat down.
Mo Xiaoyan breathed a sigh of relief.
A few minutes later, everything was served.
Mo Xiaoyan left the sofa, closed the door personally, and locked it.
"Hehe, brother-in-law," Mo Xiaoyan turned around, a mischievous and triumphant smile on her face, "do you want me to let you start singing until your throat breaks? Or should I let you sing in the middle, or wait until the end to let you sing?"
