At that moment, he felt as if a layer of fog had shrouded his vision. No matter where he looked, all he saw was a hazy expanse, no longer able to discern his surroundings clearly. The chilling sensation clung to him like a malignant tumor, incessantly urging him to drive away from this place as quickly as possible.
It gave him the feeling that driving away just now might have been an illusion.
But then, a knock, knock, knock resounded in his ears again.
Only then did the strange feeling start to dissipate.
He gasped for air, turning his head to look outside the car window.
Ye Changan was holding Little Milk Jin, the little one leaning forward, tapping rapidly against his car window with a tiny hand.
Seeing him look over, the little one knocked again.
Knock, knock, knock—
Obviously, the noise just now had all been made by Little Milk Jin knocking on the car window.
