Jiang Siyan's hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, his brow furrowed, an unusual hint of impatience coloring his usually nonchalant face.
"Get out of the car."
Jiang Siyan seemed somewhat agitated at this time; perplexed, Jiang Jiu opened the car door, got out, but found that Jiang Siyan's car remained stationary.
The traffic jam in the one-way street ahead meant Jiang Siyan stopping here seemed quite reasonable, but Jiang Jiu couldn't shake off a feeling that something was odd.
Suddenly, as if struck by a thought, Jiang Jiu turned her gaze sharply to the tomatoes on the ground.
She knew Jiang Siyan disliked tomatoes, but she hadn't realized the situation was this serious now.
Jiang Jiu hurried to the side of the car and saw Jiang Siyan with his eyes closed, leaning on the seatback, looking very pale.
She wanted to open the car door, but the windows were locked, so she went around to the other side and knocked on that door, "Jiang Siyan, open the door."
