It seemed that Chen Yeming's voice had been heard, as a person dressed in a work uniform and wearing a mask came out from the rest area.
The man walked straight to Chen Yeming's car window and asked in a deep voice, "What grade of fuel do you want, and how much?"
Chen Yeming, without thinking, said, "93, fill it up."
"Okay." The man glanced at him, noticed another person in the car, and turned to walk towards the back.
Soon, Chen Yeming heard the sound of fueling.
But before long, the sound stopped.
Chen Yeming frowned, sticking his head out to look behind, but saw no one, only a section of fuel hose sticking in the filling port.
"Hey, where did that person go?" Chen Yeming looked puzzled, shouting several times, but there was no response.
Lao Jiang felt a shiver inside and suddenly grabbed Chen Yeming's hand, "Mr. Chen, this place is so remote, and the person has suddenly disappeared, could something have happened?"
Chen Yeming's heart skipped a beat, "Couldn't be..."
