The wealthy gentleman—no, that fellow Chen Mo—stayed at the hotel. Sweeping his Spiritual Sense over the room two doors down, he found a group of grown men with several women, along with his own tender little radish, still holding a meeting in the conference room.
From the looks on their faces, it seemed they intended to use up the entire night and keep going until tomorrow.
He also caught sight of several people's information rotating across the large screen. They appeared to be criminal suspects or something similar.
The entire conference room was already thick with smoke, yet those women did not seem bothered in the slightest. Perhaps they were already used to it. He should prepare more toner for his tender little radish later.
As for her lungs, taking the pills would not be a problem. Besides, Shen Tingting carried the protective talisman Chen Mo had given her, so even secondhand cigarette smoke would find it extremely difficult to get close to her.
Shen Tingting had probably noticed that long ago. Otherwise, she would not have sat in that conference room without showing any disgust.
Since Shen Tingting had work to do, Chen Mo could only wait. He merely sent her a message, telling her to message him when she was free because he had a surprise for her.
After sending the message, he turned around and went to the bathroom to soak in the tub properly.
His days outside had not been especially tiring, but he still felt somewhat mentally exhausted. A bath could help him recover a little.
Of course, before bathing, he contacted Li Jishen and told him his location, then asked him to coordinate things. He had learned Shen Tingting's whereabouts through the Special Affairs Administration, and the Special Affairs Administration would also coordinate with