When Zhang Zian squatted on the tires, the parents had already gotten dressed and went out. They urged, "We are leaving. You should hurry and get back to the house."
"No! This tire has a problem! This tire here; the right front wheel!" He stood up in a hurry and hit the tire from the side. He struck it very hard as if trying to deflate the tire on the spot.
"Is there a problem? What is the problem?"
Usually, his father is responsible for driving, so he bent down to look and said, "No problem at all. The car was fine when they drove it earlier."
"No problem? The tracks on the tires are almost smoothed out. How can it be okay? They are fine driving this before, but if you drive this now..."