Qin Miao thought for a moment and didn't refuse: "Alright, Mr. Lawson, I'll head over this afternoon."
"Okay, then I'll hang up. Stay safe on your way..."
Putting away the phone, Qin Miao sighed helplessly.
Ever since signing with the Ferrari F1 team, Qin Miao's daily life started becoming irregular. Although meetings weren't popping up every other day, the number of meetings Qin Miao needed to attend visibly increased.
Luckily, Vicenza is only a little over an hour's drive from Maranello, plus there are few people on the highways in Europe, making the back-and-forth quite convenient, otherwise, Qin Miao would collapse on the road.
When he got home for dinner, Qin Miao chatted with Qimeng about his plans for tomorrow, and mentioned that he intended to go to Maranello directly in the afternoon. Qimeng understood and even asked Qin Miao to take some tea that had been sent over from home to Lawson.
After dinner, Qin Miao immediately headed to Maranello without stopping.
