Su Nanzhi: "I have a driver's license."
"Ah, you really do," Jiang Beiyu scanned Su Nanzhi up and down, "I thought you were underage."
Su Nanzhi: "..."
How could such a normal sentence sound so strange when it came from his lips?
Jiang Beiyu didn't snatch the steering wheel back either. He had gotten tired of driving in his teens, and although he was caught several times driving without a license, luckily his family had the power and influence to bail him out.
Finally, unable to bear with him anymore, they confiscated all the cars he had bought and returned the keys to him only after he came of age and got his driver's license.
Among the two of them, it was hard to tell who was more unlucky, but they really did run into a traffic stop. Usually, there weren't many traffic stops at this time, but their luck was unimaginably bad.
