"I'm really sorry for holding up both of your precious time…"
That old-fashioned and somewhat adorable police officer had escorted Suming and Nangong Yan all the way to the gates of the racetrack. When they parted, he was still apologizing profusely, the expression of guilt unmistakable on his face.
As they were saying goodbye, the officer even took out his own wallet to treat them each to a cup of pearl milk tea.
I won't laugh, I just won't laugh, I'm determined not to laugh, I'm sure I can hold it in… In the end, I couldn't help it. No sooner had the police officer turned around to leave than Suming and Nangong Yan burst out laughing behind his back. Suming was leaning against the wall, Nangong against Suming, both of them were nearly bending over with laughter.
