Leclerc forced a smile and nodded, "I think so."
"Dammit." Qin Miao couldn't help but curse upon hearing the news.
"This is quite a buzz online, why didn't you know?"
Qin Miao shrugged helplessly, "I've been busy with all kinds of interviews this morning, didn't have time to check my phone, so of course I didn't know."
"Now that you know, have you thought of a solution?"
"I'm not some genius, how could I come up with a solution immediately?" Qin Miao grumbled a bit irritably, then calmed down and said, "First, tell me, is the paddock discussing how I'm going to Ferrari, or is our conversation being leaked?
Everyone knows you asked me, but I refused."
"The former."
Qin Miao sighed, wanting to scratch his head, but remembering his hairstyle was specially styled by Qimeng, he reluctantly lowered his hand.
"You go in first; I'll call Toto."
