The driver was thrilled to hear that he could go home early. "Okay. Then I will leave you alone, boss." "Go!" Chen Taitong was uneasy as he watched the small truck disappear at the corner of the street. He looked around again. He felt that pedestrians passing by were looking at him, as though they could see his thoughts. He couldn’t tell if this was an illusion. "F*ck!" He was choked by the cigarette. This was accompanied by coughing a few times, causing his eyes to get watery. He spat a few times, threw away the half of a cigarette and stepped it out. What should he do?