The father was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly realized.
A soft sigh.
"It's a minor issue, I can handle it."
Ji Jue took the tools, swapped tasks, and skillfully adjusted the linkage structure of the engine valves, his movements fluid and fast.
He never thought he could return to his old trade in a dream, he couldn't help but sigh with emotion.
It always felt like wherever this car went, it needed repairs... constantly being fixed.
Perhaps, he was meant to be a mechanic.
"All done, see."
Ji Jue smiled, turned around, and looked beside him, only to find his father watching him silently and peacefully, so focused.
That kind of gaze, inexplicably made Ji Jue feel a bit uneasy.
"Wh... what's wrong?"
"No, it's nothing."
The father raised his hand, wiped the sweat off his forehead, and closed the hood: "You did a great job."
He thought for a moment and said, "Much better than me."
