Zhao Yichen frowned and strode over. Tall and broad-shouldered, he wore a crisp police uniform and had a stern face.
His deep-set eyes were like cold stars, radiating unquestionable authority.
Before Shi Yanqiu could explain, Zhao Yichen gave a formal salute and said coldly, “Hello. Please show me your driver’s license and vehicle registration. Running a red light carries a 200-yuan fine and six demerit points.”
Shi Yanqiu was an English teacher for seventh graders at Nancheng No. 11 Middle School. Hearing her students greet her, she paused in surprise, then a warm smile appeared on her lips. “Good morning!”
Looking at the bright, youthful children, the gloom in Shi Yanqiu’s heart quietly lifted...
Zhao Yichen laughed and patted his shoulder. “I missed you too. I remember how you used to snatch my toys when we were kids.”
Everyone sat around the table, eating and reminiscing about their childhood.
Shi Yanqiu remembered something and started laughing so hard she could barely speak.
“Haha... Do you remember when you and my little brother rode Third Uncle’s old sow?”
Zhao Yichen was drinking water. At her words, he nearly spat it out, his eyes watering as he tried to hold back his laughter.
