"Dear uncle driver, our train is at 7:15, and there are still 15 minutes until we arrive at the station. At this speed, I'm afraid we will have to perform a one-minute shock on the train." Chen Daidong poked his head out of the back seat with a look of concern.
"My dearest uncle driver, I said the speed should be a little faster, but please don't misunderstand that we want you to be a racing driver in "Initial D". At this speed, we will go to hell to meet the Lord of Hell!" After 30 seconds, Daidong poked his head out with concern again. Chacha smiled bitterly at me and pulled Daidong back. Deidong was having a bit of a hysterical attack, either asking the driver about this or that, or lowering his head and remaining silent, as if he was about to suffer.