"At that time, all that's left is a mouth shouting from your ashes that it's not hot."
"Damn it." Zhou Guanyu laughed and gave Qin Miao a push.
After that, Qin Miao drove off in the Maybach given by the team, while Zhou Guanyu stayed beside an Alfa Romeo in the parking lot, watching Qin Miao's Maybach disappear into the distance, a look of determination and resolve flashing in his eyes.
"Can't let you leave me too far behind," Zhou Guanyu murmured.
After returning to the hotel, Qin Miao deleted the memo on his phone that reminded him to call Li Shufu.
In the following days, Qin Miao still deliberately paid attention to the news of the Martin Team, but strangely, it was as if President Li was just playing with Qin Miao, everything remained calm.
Of course, this might also be the calm before the storm.
After closely monitoring for several days without any news coming out, Qin Miao eventually gave up and started focusing on preparing for the Canadian Grand Prix.
