"Follow covertly."
"Yes."
The Rolls-Royce headed toward the suburbs, but the front seat driver soon sensed something was off.
"President Li, that car has been following us."
Li Tingshen, resting against the back of his chair with eyes closed, heard this and opened his eyes, his thin lips parting slightly as he asked in a deep voice, "Since when?"
"Not long after we left the hotel, I noticed it. I'm not sure if it started at the hotel." The driver reported, "We're in the suburbs now, and there are not many cars around this time, so I can be sure it's aimed at us."
"People monitoring me is no surprise," Li Tingshen closed his eyes again, "Don't bother with it."
"Yes."
...
By the time it was light, Li Tingshen had arrived at the site of the fire.
He got out of the car and looking at the house in front of him, his brow furrowed slightly, "Why here?"
"President Li, is there a problem?" asked the bodyguard.
"Not for now," Li Tingshen walked forward, "Let's have a look."
