"Got an idea?" Seeing Qin Miao's movement, Qimeng asked curiously.
Qin Miao nodded slightly, "Before the accident happened, I hadn't even thought about it, but now look." At this, Qin Miao motioned with his mouth towards Verstappen's car, "He's just that close to me, it'd be a shame not to try.
If I actually manage to clinch a Grand Prix victory, even if I'm lounging at home all day, my mom won't say anything."
Seeing Qin Miao's confident demeanor, Qimeng shook her head with a smile, "That's all you're aiming for."
"Let's not talk about this." Qin Miao quickly changed the topic, pinching the fabric of Qimeng's sleeve to make sure she was warmly dressed, and then asked, "Not cold, right?"
Qimeng smiled and nodded, "Not cold."
Qin Miao nodded slightly, and as his team's technicians arrived, he had them adjust the front wing of his car to the qualifying angle, while pulling Qimeng to the side to watch as the technicians fitted a set of new soft tires to his car.
