"Is it him?" Shen Wuxiang scrutinized the trembling driver standing before him, as if he wanted to carve out a flower on the driver's face.
"Yes, it's him." Qian Taian responded.
"What's your name?"
"Pan Shichong... I'm called Pan Shichong."
Clearly, the driver recognized the true identity of the big figure in front of him, stammering nervously.
"Are you Qian Taian's driver?"
"Yes, I just got the job."
"Has his information been pulled up?" Shen Wuxiang turned to look at Shen Que and asked.
Although citizens have personal privacy rights, if Shen Wuxiang wanted someone's identity information, even the Minister of Security would have to personally deliver it.
"It's been pulled up." Shen Que handed the freshly received identity information to Shen Wuxiang. He glanced at it, and all of Pan Shichong's experiences from birth to the present were clear to see, seemingly revealing no issues.
"And the camera comparison results?"
