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The atmosphere in the car was heavy.

The sound of my voice is very quiet.

Zhang Ningfeng had his hands on the steering wheel, his face covered in mist.

In the phone, Kang Zeyu seemed to be silent for a while.

But then he continued to answer me.

"Don't get out of the car yet. Wait for me to come back."

He seemed to be very anxious. After he finished speaking