On this night, Lin Qing finally got Zhou Ling's information.
She looked through it over and over again, unwilling to believe it, and called the private detective: "Is this the extent of your ability? I paid you so much money, and this is what you came up with?"
There wasn't any useful information in the file, her family, interpersonal relationships, friends were all blank.
"Madam, I've done my best. Her records before she went to university seem to have been moved. The only useful information that could be found is this."
"Fine, keep an eye on her for me. Report everything she does every day, who she meets, what she eats, and so on. Double the payment."
The other party seemed hesitant at first but bowed their head under the temptation of money.