The city management officers swiftly got out of their car, split into groups, and ran quickly to intercept the vendors who were trying to escape.
Tong Dan was amazed as if returning to her childhood.
She hadn't seen such a scene for years.
"Guan Libing, it's you again. I've told you so many times, you are not allowed to set up a stall here, you really never learn."
An officer grabbed his cart.
"Brother Huo, have a cigarette."
Seeing that he couldn't escape, Guan Libing wiped his hands on his apron, took out a pack of cigarettes from his shirt pocket, smiled broadly, and offered one.
"What's there to smoke!"
The other man nonchalantly swatted it away.
Guan Libing's smile stiffened, and he looked at a loss.
"This isn't something for you to handle, Tong Dan," she said softly in advance. "City management law enforcement is legal and compliant."
Fang Qing knew that, of course, and sat there without intervening.