บท 1627: You Are My Little Love Song (194)

"What's that smell?" Wen Ke suddenly said. A burning smell was suddenly there.

"I-I'm not sure either." As the driver drove, his head gradually began to sweat. He appeared to be uncomfortable.

Shi Niange looked up at the driver. Wen Ke frowned as he searched for the source of the smell in the car and looked out. "Stop the car! There are so many cars in front. Stop first!"

"I-I can't stop."

"Why can't you stop?"

"I don't know…."

Wen Ke turned around and saw that the driver was indeed trying his best to step on the brakes, but the brake system seemed to have malfunctioned.

His eyelids twitched. "Not good."

Shi Niange looked at him. "What?"

However, the moment she finished speaking, the driver suddenly shouted, "Ah!"