More than half an hour passed after that.
Wang Ling was quite carefree. Sitting in the car, she seemed to have fallen asleep, not even knowing whether the designated driver was heading in the right direction.
Chen Mo followed behind and shook his head. Since that was the case, he would just keep following for now.
The designated driver headed toward the outskirts of the city. Chen Mo followed from behind, frowning slightly. Did Wang Ling live in the suburbs?
But that morning, when she had taken those dozen or so women to the hair salon, she had not driven or used any other transportation. They had simply walked there.
What was going on now? Had Wang Ling rented an apartment near the hair salon for those women while she herself lived out here in the suburbs?
Did she drive over in the morning when it was time to start work, then take those women to work?
Everything was unknown. Chen Mo could not make sense of it, so he could only keep following in his car.
However, as Chen Mo tailed them from a distance, he found that the designated driver kept driving farther and farther away, into increasingly remote territory.
As for Wang Ling, she was half-reclined in the back seat, looking as if she were asleep. It seemed she had drunk too much with that greasy, potbellied man tonight. Otherwise, she would not have been sleeping so heavily. Perhaps the effects of the alcohol had hit her, leaving her groggy, and the swaying of the moving car had put her in this state.
Chen Mo's Spiritual Sense could only see their expressions; he could not hear their conversation unless he was close enough to pick up their voices.
Therefore, he had no idea what address Wang Ling