Emerging from the hospital, Nie Yifan pressed his car key.
Qiao Zhiyi heard the beep and turned toward the car, a bit surprised.
"Is that your car?" Qiao Zhiyi could hardly believe it.
Nie Yifan walked naturally to the car and opened the door, "After dinner, I have to head to Lin City, so I'll drive this one. Please excuse me."
Qiao Zhiyi couldn't quite manage a smile.
It was her first time in a police car.
"You're a police officer?"
Nie Yifan drove, "Yes."
Qiao Zhiyi subconsciously clutched at the seatbelt, smiling unnaturally, "I'm a bit nervous."
Nie Yifan saw her action and chuckled, "Doctor Qiao, you don't need to be so nervous, my driving is quite good."
Qiao Zhiyi laughed dryly.
It wasn't his driving skills she was nervous about.
Usually, the people sitting in a police car were criminals.
There was also a very natural and spontaneous respect for policemen. She used to feel very solemn and serious whenever she saw a police car on the road.