The traffic officer glanced at Song Qiao, finding her somewhat familiar, but for a moment couldn't recall where he'd seen her. Remembering his purpose here, he set aside his thoughts and focused on Nan Moyan, speaking in an official tone, "Comrade, please show me your driving license."
Nan Moyan wore a dark expression but still pulled out his driving license and handed it directly to the officer.
The officer took the license, glanced at the information, then looked up at Nan Moyan again, his voice carrying a hint of chill, "According to regulations, I'll have to withhold your license for now. We'll notify you to register at the traffic police station tomorrow; please provide your contact information for records."
Nan Moyan kept his face dark and said straightaway, "Just tell me the fine amount directly. I don't have time right now."
His demeanor more or less conveyed... I'm very busy right now, get to the point.
