Hu Yuankai hurriedly looked ahead and behind them.
They were on a one-way road.
Their car was boxed in between the others.
There was no way to pull over.
If they did, they would block all the traffic behind them.
"Hey! We can't stop here! Hang on a little longer! We're almost out of the tunnel!"
The man seemed to be in agony, clutching the window as he leaned out.
"Hey, hey! Quan! Don't fall out! Just hang on a little longer!"
Hu Yuankai turned to Song Ning again. "Lin! Pull over once we're out of the tunnel!"
Song Ning glanced ahead. The tunnel exit was already in sight.
"All right! We're almost out!" she replied.
A few minutes later, the car emerged from the tunnel.
There was a sharp bend outside.
A beach lay a short distance below the road.
"Pull over! Pull over!" Hu Yuankai urged.
Song Ning switched on the turn signal, pulled out of the traffic, and stopped by the roadside.
Hu Yuankai half supported, half dragged the man out of the back seat and took a few steps toward the beach.
He helped the man behind a nearby rock to throw up.
Then Hu Yuankai checked his watch and walked over to Song Ning.
He leaned in, took a pack of tissues from the glove compartment, and said apologetically, "Lin, sorry about this! Quan's stomach is upset. Looks like he's got vomiting and diarrhea. We'll need a little time!"
"That's all right!" Song Ning said with a smile. "I'll wait here!"
"No! Lin, here's the thing! We arranged to leave with them at nine ten. If we're late, their yacht won't wait! Could you go ahead and let them know? Tell them we'll be there soon, and ask them to wait!"
Song Ning raised her