Xu An quickly turned around and dashed to retrieve the toolbox. His footsteps were a bit frenzied, almost tripping over a rock on the ground. But he couldn't care less, with only one thought in mind: to quickly get the toolbox to Shen Jingqi so he could fix the car.
Soon, Xu An returned with the toolbox in his arms. Panting heavily, he handed the toolbox to Shen Jingqi, his eyes gleaming with anticipation: "Jingqi, here, let's hurry up and fix it."
Shen Jingqi took the toolbox, opened the lid, and found the tools neatly arranged inside. He swiftly selected the necessary tools and started working on the engine repair. His movements were skillful and quick, every step seemed orderly. But only he knew how tense he felt inside. His hands were steady, but the slight tremble of his fingertips betrayed him.
"Xu An, hand me that screwdriver," Shen Jingqi said as he continued his work. His eyes never left the engine, as if losing sight would mean missing some crucial clue.
