Su Ying stood in front of the large dressing mirror, put on her handsome uniform, arranged it again, put on a confident smile, and went to her work station as usual.
"Stop!" Su Ying drove her motorcycle quickly, chasing a white Lamborghini in front of her that was still traveling more than a hundred yards, and kept shouting to stop.
The Lamborghini didn't seem to hear her words and had no intention of stopping.
People walking around felt a gust of wind blowing by, and the faint colors of the traffic police uniforms made them understand the story.
