Chen Lin had assumed Qin Churan was here to give him trouble again.
After all, over the past two weeks, this "Officer Qin" had pulled him over three separate times for all sorts of absurd reasons.
It was either "excessive glare from the bodywork, potentially impairing the vision of drivers behind you" or "excessive noise from tire tread rubbing against the road, potentially disturbing the public."
Every ticket she issued had been a warning, without exception.
Zero yuan in fines, zero points deducted.
This woman was practically giving him a complex.
Yet what Qin Churan did next left both Chen Lin and An Changlin staring in disbelief.
She deftly tossed her police motorcycle's keys to a colleague who had just arrived as backup, saying only, "Ride it back for me."
Then, under everyone's stunned gazes, she walked straight to the passenger door of the Bentley Bentayga.
Click.
She reached out, opened the door, got in, and shut it.
The entire sequence was smooth and unhesitating, as though this luxury car worth over four million yuan were her personal commuter shuttle.
Chen Lin's mouth twitched violently. He was utterly speechless.
This woman sure makes herself at home! Does she think I'm her personal chauffeur?
An Changlin couldn't help chuckling at the sight either. He patted the Bentley's door and told Chen Lin with a smile, "Xiao Lin, looks like you're quite the charmer. All right, the parking lot is settled. Go take care of your business. The planning and transportation bureaus will coordinate directly with your resort from here."
"Thank you, Mayor An." Chen Lin nodded gratefully.
After saying goodbye to An Changlin, Chen Lin reluctantly started the car under Qin Churan's icy stare, which all but said, "Get moving, or I'll ticket you for obstructing official duties."
The black Bentley