"What's wrong, Uncle Zhao? Why did we suddenly stop?" Pulling his gaze back, Tang Xiaoquan looked at Zhao Yunhai with a puzzled expression, but the latter silently shook his head and pointed ahead.
Following the direction of Old Zhao's finger, Tang Xiaoquan noticed the taillights of the car in front were blinking continuously, indicating a situation ahead.
Considering his recent observations, a bad premonition surfaced in Tang Xiaoquan's mind.
Seeing the unease in the young man, Zhao Yunhai quickly pulled the handbrake and whispered, "What is it, Xiao Tang? Did you notice something too?"
Nodding his head, although unsure if his findings matched those of the car in front, Tang Xiaoquan was certain that something was unusual about this place.
Old Zhao instinctively leaned out to look at the car in front but couldn't fully see due to limited visibility. After Tang Xiaoquan finished speaking, he naturally shifted his focus to him.
"Oh? Really? What did you notice?"
