Yang Fan and Pan Xiaoxia, while sparring with each other and probing, walked into the restaurant named simply "Restaurant."
By now, it was past mealtime, and the evening rush hadn't started yet.
The restaurant was very quiet, with ceiling fans whirring overhead, and two waiters were sprawled across tables, sleeping.
Hearing someone enter, a round-faced girl lifted her head from behind the bar.
"Do you have private rooms? Please open one for us," Yang Fan said.
"Yes!"
Upon hearing this, Pan Xiaoxia immediately blushed and said, "Why sit in a private room? The main hall is fine. We're just having a quick bite."
"The thing we're discussing, it wouldn't be good if others heard it," Yang Fan said leisurely.
"What more is there to talk about? It's just this," Pan Xiaoxia muttered.
But she didn't insist any further.
Yang Fan smiled, nodded toward the waiter, and said, "Take us to the private room, please."
"This way, please."
