The traffic light at the intersection ahead was red, and all the vehicles had come to a stop.
As evening approached, the orange-red sunlight fell on the tall figure of the man, who was almost six feet three, stretching his shadow very, very long.
Nanxun's hair was slightly wet with sweat. He raised his arm and examined the little child dangling from his hand, like a chick in an alley.
He had received a report from his superiors that a child had driven through a toll station, and he thought to himself that it must be a 15 or 16-year-old driving without a license.
But this little brat in front of him...
Yan Nanxun couldn't believe this kid really drove the car. He even looked inside the van a few more times.
The van was indeed empty.
"Did you drive through the toll station?" he asked the child, his lips twitching.
"What toll station?" The child looked confused and asked back in a babyish voice.
Yan Nanxun: "..."
