"Get out of the car!"
"If something goes wrong, can you take responsibility?" Yang Haoming was angry; even a clay figurine has some guts, especially in such a critical moment. Get out of the car, do you want Yu Zexiao to be surrounded and scrutinized to death?
"Take responsibility? If you don't get out, I'm the one who can't take responsibility!" The chubby traffic cop wasn't scared at all. Sitting in a car worth only tens of thousands while daring to argue with him? If the car was a luxury vehicle worth millions, that'd be different. But in this beaten-up car, trying to claim status! Pah! Believe him, and he'd be out of his mind!
"Quick, quick!" Reporters had already caught up from behind, escape was impossible now. Yu Jingxi coldly glanced at the traffic cops, then said to Yang Haoming, "Take photos."
"Huh?" Yang Haoming was a bit puzzled, then said, "Take photos of these traffic cops' badge numbers!"
