Nie Yixiao slowly opened the car window, his long, clean fingers pinched the item the police wanted, and handed it out through the window gap with a calm elegance.
The local Mexican police shone a flashlight onto the identification documents, seeing the visitor holding a VIP entry card. People with such identification can travel unimpeded nationwide, enjoying supreme diplomatic immunity. His attitude improved greatly: "Are you the young master from the Ning Family from China?"
"My surname is Nie," he corrected.
The policeman nodded and returned the document respectfully: "Apologies, Mr. Nie, routine inspection has delayed you. It won't take much longer."
The flashlight swept across the cabin, immediately landing on Qiao Yongyong.
The young Asian girl lay curled up on the back seat, back facing the police, as if she were asleep, her hair covering most of her face.
The policeman was puzzled: "Who is this young lady?"
"Friend."
"Can she turn around, please?"
