Qian Duoduo, hands behind her back, bounced over to the BMW M6, and extended a friendly hand, "Sir, please present your driving license and vehicle registration."
"Hey, Qian Duoduo, is this really necessary?" Zhang Xian inquired as he furrowed his brows.
"Sir, I'm just doing my duty. I hope you'll cooperate and not make my job more difficult," Qian Duoduo said, barely suppressing a chuckle.
Mo Shaoyun sat in the passenger seat, her demeanor as cold as the eternal snow atop a mountain.
Zhu Qing, Dong Qian, Mu Cheng, and now another stunning woman, even in uniform. How many beauties could Zhang Xian possibly attract? Could they all be this gorgeous?
"Um, Qian Duoduo, we're friends, right? This isn't really necessary," Zhang Xian said, smiling coyly.
"Sir, I repeat, please present your driver's license and registration. If you can't produce them, I'll have no choice but to detain your vehicle," Qian's expression went even colder.
