Tailored Dress

Chen Zhao sped up and ran to his car. A policewoman was standing before his car, writing him a ticket.

"Hi, miss. Excuse me, is there something wrong with my car?" Chen Zhao hurriedly stopped her from sticking the ticket on.

He was parked in a roadside parking space. He had a bunch of pets inside, but the window was open.

The policewoman looked at him. "This is a temporary spot. You're half an hour over," she explained simply. Then she stuck the ticket onto the windshield. "Be careful next time."

"F*ck," Chen Zhao swore.

The officer turned around immediately and glared at him. "What did you just say? Repeat it."

"I didn't say anything. You misheard." Chen Zhao was pissed. He opened the door, wanting to leave immediately.

But the officer called out, "Get out. I suspect you're an illegal immigrant. Take out your ID. I'm going to search you."

"What?"

"I'm suspecting you. Is there a problem?"