Then the Middle-aged Man saw the rear of the car right in front of him. His heart jolted, and he slammed on the brakes again.
The car lurched violently.
The Middle-aged Man nearly hit his head on the steering wheel.
"Beep, beep~"
A honking car behind them urged them on.
The car in front gradually drove away.
"Uncle Chen, the light's still green."
Xiao Xiao reminded the Middle-aged Man, who still hadn't quite recovered.
"Oh, right."
The Middle-aged Man nodded and hurriedly lifted his foot off the brake.
The car slowly moved forward.
Gradually, it returned to a normal speed.
Xiao Xiao raised an eyebrow slightly.
He wasn't sure whether the matter of the Tomb Ghost had shaken the Middle-aged Man too badly, or whether the man simply wasn't good at multitasking.
He'd ridden in the man's car four times in total, and twice the Middle-aged Man had gotten so distracted chatting that he hadn't paid attention to what was happening around them, nearly causing an accident.
Still, he was inclined to think it was the former.
"Uncle Chen, focus on driving for now. I'll tell you when we get to a red light."
The Middle-aged Man looked a little sheepish.
He hadn't expected to make the same mistake twice.
He'd really embarrassed himself in front of the young man.
To hide his awkwardness, he focused on the road ahead.
He chatted with people while driving all the time.
Especially when the whole family went out together—they would talk the entire way.
He was an experienced driver and considered himself fairly steady behind the wheel. His driving wasn't outstanding, but it wasn't bad either.
After all, he'd honed his skills over many years of commuting to and from work.
So why had he acted like a rookie who'd