Qin Beiming waited until Ling Mo finished breakfast before starting the car and heading towards the ski resort in the city.
Ling Mo nodded and subconsciously glanced at the rearview mirror. He saw that the masked man who had been peeking around the corner had also gotten into a black minivan and was following behind Qin Beiming's car like a little tail.
"That car behind us seems to be following us," Ling Mo frowned and reminded Qin Beiming in a deep voice.
"Don't worry, I'll have someone check who owns that car."
As Qin Beiming spoke, he immediately sent the license plate number of the car behind to Chen Guo.
Within just two or three minutes, Chen Guo sent extremely detailed information about the driver of the car behind:
[Boss, the person who was following you and Miss Ling should have been sent by Madam Wei. I just identified him based on his license plate and checked his bank account transaction history. I found that Madam Wei transferred money to his account twice in the past seven days.]
[Find someone to stop the car owner, beat him up, and throw him back to Beijing.]
Qin Beiming was surprised that his father's concubine dared to interfere in his affairs, and a fierce look appeared in his eyes.
"Third Master, what's wrong?"
Seeing that Qin Beiming's expression was not good, Ling Mo asked with concern.
"It's nothing. The owner of the car behind me is after me. His employer is just a lowly clown. There's nothing to worry about."
Are you sure this person is after you?
"Um."
Qin Beiming didn't want to involve Ling Mo in the Qin family's troubles, so he just responded softly without giving a detailed explanation.
Ling Mo narrowed his eyes, realizing that Qin Beiming had no interest in continuing the conversation, so he stopped asking.
Ling Mo sent Song Xingwan a voice call invitation, but received no response for a long time, and he felt that something was wrong.
In recent days, Song Xingwan has been much busier than before in preparation for the international fashion competition to be held at the Linjiang Convention and Exhibition Center next weekend.
However, what puzzled her was why Song Xingwan was so busy that she didn't even have time to reply to WeChat messages.
What she didn't know was that Song Xingwan's inability to reply to messages in time wasn't because she was preparing for an international fashion competition.
In fact, Song Xingwan is in a very bad state right now. After being tormented by Huo Yunting all night, she is hiding in the bathroom and crying loudly.
The root of all this goes back to last night.
Last night, Song Xingwan had planned to take advantage of Huo Yunting's absence from the apartment to sneak out and escape his control.
Unexpectedly, Huo Yunting had installed cameras in every corner of the apartment.
Song Xingwan had just finished packing her luggage when he rushed back to his apartment from the business party, seething with anger...
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