The bald man stared blankly at the blue mask in front of him, as if trying to recognize the identity of the person wearing it. Then, perhaps because it was too hot in the car, sweat began to pour from his forehead.

His expression shifted from fierce to dazed, then to rigid, and finally twisted. He felt his legs going weak.

Fortunately, they had already parked; otherwise, a car accident would have been inevitable.

"Judging by your expression, it seems like you know me."