Chen Yan glanced at the guy, then slowly nodded, "Alright. I'll get it for you now."
When Chen Yan made a move with his hand, the police officer noticeably stepped back half a step, his hand hanging by his side, not far from his gun.
However, seeing Chen Yan calm and not fumbling around, instead honestly searching for his documents, the cop smirked a little.
Chen Yan took out the ID and handed it slowly to the officer.
The officer took it and opened it for a look.
"Chandler Yang?"
"That's me."
The cop looked at the photo on the ID, then at Chen Yan's face.
Then, holding the license, he turned and walked away a few steps.
Chen Yan frowned.
This fake ID, while Uncle Wu mocked it, the guy wasn't ordinary, with a sharp eye, it's no surprise he could tell instantly.
But actually, the craftsmanship of this fake ID was quite decent.
The seller assured him that even if a cop took it, they wouldn't see any issues.
The problem is...
This isn't twenty years ago.
