Seeing Yang Fan taking action and knocking the two unconscious, Yang Huiru immediately walked to the door, opened it to peek outside, and everything was normal.
After closing the door, Yang Huiru turned around and sat back down on the sofa.
"Is that it?" Yang Fan asked with a puzzled expression.
"What else?"
"Your undercover act is so unprofessional. When we came in, didn't you hear? There was noise from every room, but not from this one. Do you want to blow our cover?"
"Then go ahead and make some noise."
"Make noise, my ass. I'm not a woman."
"Then cross-dress."
"Cross-dress my foot. Fine, just wait to be suspected later."
Yang Huiru frowned and looked distressed, speaking in a barely audible voice and blushing without daring to look at Yang Fan, "I can't make noise."
"Haven't you watched Japanese adult videos?"
"I haven't. Don't think I'm like you." Yang Huiru retorted when she looked up at Yang Fan.
