Just then, he heard a siren. The driver immediately stepped on the brakes hard and moved the car to the neighboring road. He saw the first 12 police motorcycles in front of him, the next three cars running side by side, and the most mysterious black car in the middle was surrounded and coming.
Jian Xin's gaze was attracted. She lowered the window and looked at the shocking carriages, as if she was looking forward to it.
The black car, which was obviously surrounded, had a tight window. Inside the car, an extraordinarily elegant figure sat in the back seat. He looked at a document in his hand. Suddenly, something occurred to him. He looked at the river beside him through the window, and there was a trace of sorrow in his eyes.
In the study room, Jian Xin looked at the convoy that was leaving. She was a little puzzled and asked the driver, "Who was sitting in the car just now?"
"That's the most dignified person in our country, Mr. President." The taxi driver told her.