Fangzheng scratched his nose and smiled bitterly. "What's the use of my autograph?"
"It's useful. I'm your fan. My heart warms up seeing you help so many people. Please give me your autograph. Otherwise, I'll take you back to the police station. We'll take your statement, and you'll have to sign your name anyway," the policeman joked.
Fangzheng was speechless as he obediently gave the policeman an autograph.
After he was done, the policeman wanted to take a picture with him, and Fangzheng didn't refuse. The policeman immediately found a passerby to help take the picture.
Perhaps it was because of his liking for Fangzheng, but the policeman stood back a little. He held his head high and puffed out his chest. He exuded the stern look of a police officer.
