"Cold sweat is breaking out on your face?" Yang Jian asked from the taxi.
"No, it's just a little hot in the car. It's over thirty degrees outside, so sweating is normal," Old Wang said as he drove.
"The sound your car is making is getting louder and louder. It doesn't sound like tire noise. Something feels seriously wrong," Yang Jian said.
"That's the suspension making noise. It's nothing serious," Old Wang said.
Yang Jian said, "When you drifted around that corner just now, I think I heard something suddenly fall off the back with a bang."
"Really? My car is getting on in years. With that speed, plus drifting around a corner, it's perfectly normal for something to fall off," Old Wang said.
Yang Jian said, "Why have you been keeping your foot on the brake?"
Old Wang was stomping on the brakes, but the car only went faster and faster. It would not stop at all.
"Don't worry, it's fine. I can handle it. The brakes have only temporarily failed. Maybe that young man broke them last time."
Yang Jian's expression turned strange. You're shirking responsibility, aren't you?
"What are you doing? Calling someone? You dare make a phone call while driving?"
Old Wang said, "I suddenly remembered something. I'm making a call to let someone know I'm safe. Don't panic, it's fine."
As he spoke, he dialed a number right in front of Yang Jian. "Hello, honey? It's me, Old Wang. Nothing's wrong. I just picked up a Ghost Tamer who needs help with a case, so I might be delayed. I won't be home for dinner. Put the child to bed first. That's all. Oh, right, honey, there's actually something I've always wanted to tell you."
He fell silent for a moment, then said, "Honey, I