Sheng Yize raised his eyebrows. "Aren't you going to write me a ticket?"
"Huh?" The traffic police looked baffled. Sheng Yize only smiled at him. "A ticket, to fine me."
"Oh, sure…" Only then did the police officer seem to come back to himself. He scribbled out a ticket, which Sheng Yize took with a smile, looking as delighted as befitting a husband who had just been reunited with his wife after a temporary separation.
He hit the gas pedal and the car moved forward, restoring the normal flow of traffic.
The traffic police stood where he was as vehicles drove past him, looking utterly confused.
He had never seen someone so happy to get a ticket. Was this president of Shengshi a masochist or something?!
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The Sheng family.
Not a day passed that An Xiaxia hadn't missed Cola and Pepsi the whole time. Hearing that she was coming back, Grandma and Grandpa Sheng each held a baby in their arms as they waited eagerly at the door.
