Unexpectedly, the car noticed that I was following it and drove away in another direction.
I couldn't let them escape, so I sped up and chased after them.
Seeing this, the car also sped up and fled.
My desire to win was aroused. I stepped on the accelerator to the end and smiled evilly.
Racing with me? Stupid.
Only the reaper could stop me!
Of course, there were also the police.
"This is the reason for your car racing. The policeman opposite knocked on the table and said seriously,
"Fortunately, you are not in the downtown area. Otherwise, do you know how serious the consequences of racing are?"
Yes, I called the police and they arrested me as well.
"I am sorry, sir," I lowered my head as if I was admitting my mistake.
Seeing this, the policeman's tone became much better.
"But your reason is fair, and since you didn't cause any serious consequences, you may pay the fine and ask your family to take you back."
But I was in L.A for the concert. I had no other family there.
Except for my husband, who I was crazily in love.
In the end, I made called him.
"Excuse me, Mr. Mitchell... Can you pick me up?"
Half an hour later, Zayn appeared at the police station.