Chu Mo took the initiative to sit in the passenger seat of the Rolls-Royce this time, leaving the comfortable back seats to the two girls.
A twelve-car luxury convoy, each worth tens of millions, slowly got underway. Chu Mo didn't speak. Throughout the trip, the two women in the back huddled together, whispering something to each other from time to time. Their gazes hardly ever left Chu Mo's back. Without asking, it was clear that their conversation revolved around Chu Mo.
The convoy moved smoothly without encountering any trouble.
In the passenger seat, Chu Mo closed his eyes slightly. He couldn't join in on the conversation of the two girls behind him, but his mind was busy contemplating other matters.
