On the other side, Hamilton and Verstappen parked their cars at the podium area of the pit lane entrance.
After getting out of the car, Hamilton looked to his right; the second place marker of the race was vacant, causing an indescribable feeling in his heart.
Shouldn't I just swallow my pride? It would be much better if Qin Miao had given me the position...
When he turned around, he saw that Verstappen, after winning the race, did not go to celebrate with his team but stood beside his car, hands on his hips, watching the white smoke rising from the distant track.
As drivers, they knew that the white smoke was generated from the excessive friction between the tires and the ground, basically the smoke from Qin Miao doing donuts.
Sighing, Hamilton did not gaze longingly in Qin Miao's direction like Verstappen. Instead, he lowered his head and began installing his car's steering wheel and headrest before joining his team members who had gathered at the trackside to celebrate.
