The Taoist nun sister remained silent.
Jiang Chen furrowed his brow slightly, sensing something was off, and reminded her again, "Driver's license."
The Taoist nun sister finally spoke.
"I don't have one."
"..."
"..."
Not only Jiang Chen, even the traffic police officer outside the car seemed a bit flustered.
In his career manning the post, he had encountered plenty of drunk drivers, but someone driving without a license who admitted it so brazenly—this was a first.
Although the other party was stunningly beautiful, to the point of looking almost unreal, the traffic officer maintained his integrity, his expression becoming stern.
"Turn off the engine and step out of the car!"
"You don't have a driver's license?" Jiang Chen was caught off guard. Along the ride earlier, her driving skills had seemed quite solid, but he had forgotten—being able to drive and having a license were two entirely different things.
"Turn off the engine and step out of the car."
