Yan Rusheng observed the change in expression on the traffic officer's face and he knew he must have recognized him after seeing his name. He smiled and raised his eyebrows. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." The traffic officer pretended to be composed and shook his head. He returned his driving license back to him and gave Yan Rusheng a ticket. "You sped past a red light, this is your ticket. Please cooperate by letting us test your alcohol consumption."
As he spoke, he held the breathalyzer instrument. He put it near his mouth. "Open your mouth and blow."
Yan Rusheng couldn't bother arguing—all he wanted was to get this over with and go home as soon as he could.
He opened his mouth and blew twice.
The traffic police officer read the reading on the screen. "20, this is categorized under a DUI. Please follow us to the traffic police department."
Huh? Follow them to the traffic police department?
