"May I go in to see her?" Xiang Yu said with an innocent smile that somewhat embarrassed the server.
"Of course, please follow me," the server replied politely.
Since he was a guest's husband, naturally, he could. It wouldn't be good to delay someone else's affairs.
They arrived in front of a private room where the server knocked and entered, then stood there and whispered, "Miss Feng Lan, your husband is here to see you."
At that moment, Feng Lan was laying down, and upon hearing the server, her first reaction was to reach under the pillow.
"Where is he?" Feng Lan turned her head around with a murderous look that made the server involuntarily step back.
Just then, Xiang Yu chuckled and walked in, then he looked at the server and the beautician and said, "You can leave us."
The beautician and the server exchanged a glance before walking out. Just as they left, Feng Lan suddenly pulled out a gun and pressed it directly to Xiang Yu's head.
