Motion sickness, car sickness—these were things he had never experienced before. Could it really be that he was getting old and no longer up to par??

Time spares no one; truly, each year is worse than the last. When he came back last year, he was still full of vigor, but this year he was already in such a state. It seemed he really couldn’t deny aging anymore. Once he got back, he really needed to have Dean Parker take a good look at him...

In Deep City, anyone with a car and a house was definitely considered middle class, but it was rare to see someone as unsuccessful at being middle class as Megan Brooks. The house was inherited from her parents, and the car was something she’d managed to dig up from the second-hand market. She had just pulled off a 180-degree drift and emergency brake, and now, after barely driving a kilometer, the car’s hood started making a “ka-lao ka-lao” noise, then thick white smoke billowed out. After a few struggles, it threw a tantrum and refused to move any further.

Megan Brooks and Ethan Cooper helplessly got out of the car. The two stared at each other for a while, then glared at the smoking hood, and finally sighed in unison.

“What do we do now?” From the Liao Dynasty to the modern era, Ethan Cooper had only ridden in a car twice, let alone fixed one. He thought this thing was nice, but still not as good as the Liao Dynasty’s horse-drawn carriages. Although carriages weren’t as fast, at least before they broke down, they’d give a “sssluu” warning!

“What else can we do? Just let it be!” Megan Brooks was still angry, but not at the broken car—she was mad at a certain two-faced jerk.

However, if Ethan Cooper knew what she was thinking, he’d definitely cry out in protest. He only told her to catch up with the person, not to go settle scores. Wasn’t it her own wishful thinking?

The Eastern Expressway was a fast lane, with no buses and very few taxis. The exits were at least ten kilometers apart. Right now, they were in the middle of nowhere, with no villages or shops in sight. Just as the two were at a loss, that Bentley caught up from behind!

Megan Brooks really wanted to wave, but thinking of her attitude just now, she felt embarrassed. As she hesitated, the Bentley’s driver suddenly floored the gas and sped past with a “vroom.”

This time, Megan Brooks didn’t hesitate at all—she stuck out her hand, made a fist, and raised her middle finger.

Ethan Cooper stared in shock at Miss Su. The gesture looked cool at first glance, but on closer inspection, it seemed a bit improper. Though in the end, he still didn’t understand what it meant.

The Bentley swayed slightly and slowed down a bit. Clearly, the driver had seen Megan Brooks’s gesture in the rearview mirror and was furious. But remembering the young man’s skills, he could only fume at the air—did he really dare turn around and pick a fight?

Once the Bentley was out of sight, Megan Brooks took out her phone and called the only tow truck company she knew. After some haggling, the company finally agreed to send help—but it would take two hours.

Two hours? By the time you get here, those top doctors will probably have already gone off to their mistresses’ places. Megan Brooks thought with a headache. Not wanting to waste time, she gritted her teeth and said to Ethan Cooper, “Let’s go, we’ll walk to the next exit and catch a bus!”

Ethan Cooper didn’t mind, since he had no idea the next exit was six kilometers away. Even if he did, it wouldn’t matter. Back in the Liao Dynasty, his only means of transportation was his own two legs. Whenever there was a battle, he’d have to run for his life for over a hundred kilometers. This short distance was nothing to him. His only concern was that Megan Brooks’s carriage, which could run like the wind but had no horse, was just left here out in the open. Wasn’t she afraid it would get stolen?

“What about this?” Ethan Cooper pointed at her still-smoking second-hand Bora.

“Just leave it here. The tow truck company will take it away soon anyway!” Megan Brooks looked at her broken car with zero affection.

“What if someone steals it?” Ethan Cooper asked, a bit worried.

“If it gets stolen, so be it. I have full coverage! Perfect excuse to get a new one!”

“What’s full coverage?”

“Insurance!”

“What’s insurance?”

In broad daylight, Megan Brooks really didn’t want to roll her eyes, but she did anyway. She pulled out her phone and called an insurance agent, Little Brooks. “Little Brooks, this is Su, the pharma rep. I have a friend here who wants to know what insurance is! Can you explain it to him?”

On the other end, Little Brooks was delighted to hear this. The biggest fear of insurance agents was people not wanting to listen to their spiel. Now someone was actually asking for it—what could be better?

Ethan Cooper carefully took the thing Megan Brooks handed him, turning it over and over, examining it from every angle. His clueless look was both funny and exasperating.

“Idiot, put it to your ear!” Megan Brooks finally couldn’t take it anymore and yelled. After shouting, she realized she’d lost her composure. She looked around—no one was there—so she felt a bit more at ease.

Ethan Cooper’s nerves and eardrums were gradually getting used to Megan Brooks’s lion’s roar, so he calmly followed her instructions and put the phone to his ear.

No sound. He listened again—still nothing. He focused his inner energy and listened intently for a while. There was the sound of wind, horns, and wheels roaring by. Faintly, it seemed like there was a man’s low voice, but the surrounding noise was too loud for him to make out what the man was saying.