It was almost eleven o'clock, and there were pitifully few cars on the road. The journey was smooth.
Chen Shouyi looked out the window for a while, then retracted his gaze.
At this moment, a doubt flashed in his mind. Who would be setting off fireworks in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?
He looked out the window again and found that the fireworks had stopped.
A bad premonition suddenly arose in his heart, and he said:
"Dad, drive faster."
"It's too dark, I'm already going sixty miles an hour. Going any faster would be dangerous," said Chen Dawei.
"Better to go slow, better to go slow. A car accident would be terrible," Mrs. Chen also said.
Seeing his parents insist, Chen Shouyi did not persuade further; indeed, driving too fast at night was risky.
Maybe he was just overthinking it.
Chen Shouyi thought to himself.
