Looking at Leclerc's unpredictable expression, Qin Miao felt secretly pleased.
Didn't expect that, did you? You, a Monaco native, couldn't get the favor of the Monaco prince.
While I, Qin · The ultimate big boss of F2, the god of tire protection, the master of defense, and the genius driver who won the world driver's championship in the very first season of my career · Miao, have won the favor and affection of the Monaco prince.
"Fxxk..."
"Hahahaha..."
Upon hearing Leclerc's "fxxk", Qin Miao couldn't help but laugh.
"Why?" Leclerc expressed his confusion.
Seems like Prince Jacques holds quite a high place in the hearts of the Monaco people.
"Truth be told, I don't know either." Qin Miao shrugged.
Leclerc stared at Qin Miao for a while, practically scanning him from head to toe.
But after a long look, Leclerc failed to pinpoint any particular trait in Qin Miao that might attract the little prince.
"I don't get it."
