In the lane of an overpass in Kyoto, a Land Rover, which is as domineering as a license plate, is speeding rapidly. Even though it has exceeded the speed limit, no traffic policeman dares to stop it because of the license plate problem.

In the car, Jiang Ziqi was sitting in the back, holding a phone in his hand, and shouting angrily at the other end of the phone with a blush in his face.

Maybe because of emotional excitement, roaring, Jiang Ziqi smashed his mobile phone out of the window and smashed it to pieces.

And Jiang Ziqi felt that this was still not relieved. He was red-eyed, clenched...