The third floor guest room had a thick carpet lining the hallway.
Lin Fan, holding Annie's hand, arrived in front of the room number.
The silent Lin Fan was the first to push the door open and enter.
He then went straight to the window and drew the curtains closed.
After all, he knew they were under strict surveillance here.
If Zhao Jiaqi saw him bringing a girl into the room,
Who knows what she would say.
"Master!"
Annie pursed her lips, looking at Lin Fan timidly.
She hadn't expected to encounter him here.
"Shh!"
Lin Fan turned around and gestured for her to be silent.
He then began to search the room.
Soon, he unearthed several listening devices.
After ripping them out and tossing them into the toilet, Lin Fan returned to the bedroom.
His face dark, he looked at Annie angrily.
"Why are you here? Didn't I give you money to leave?"
"I am sorry, Master, I was wrong!"
Annie knelt on the ground with a thud.
Serving him had become a habit.
