On the Jiangya Highway.
Two red trucks were driving one after the other.
In the cab of the truck behind, driver Mr. Zhao asked with a laugh, "Yong, you've never escorted a vehicle yourself. Why the sudden interest this time?"
The middle-aged man in the passenger seat gazed out the window, absent-mindedly replying, "I just happen to have some business in Rong City."
"That's great! We can chat on the way."
Ten minutes later, Mr. Zhao's face looked a bit uneasy. He was gripping the steering wheel with his right hand and holding his stomach with his left.
"Yong, it seems the morning's tea egg went bad. My stomach hurts a lot, and I need a bathroom."
"There's a service area 1 kilometer ahead. I want to make a stop."
The middle-aged man turned his head for a glance and said, "Make it quick, don't waste time."
"Yong, I'll make it fast."
Soon, Mr. Zhao turned the steering wheel to the right, and the truck quickly entered the Tangshan Service Area.
