Qin Xin ignored him.
Instead, she clicked on the reindeer icon: "Speak, what's up."
Reindeer (Zhou Yu): "Master, the F1 season starts this year. I don't know if I should sign up."
Qin Xin: "Sign up."
Reindeer (Zhou Yu): "Master, will you come?"
Qin Xin: "No time."
Reindeer (Zhou Yu): "Master, but without you on site, I'm afraid I'll quit halfway again like last year..."
Qin Xin: "If you're so timid, don't say you're my disciple."
Reindeer (Zhou Yu): "Master, I'm sorry. I... I just wanted to ask why you didn't come to the final half a year ago as you promised..."
Qin Xin was silent for a moment.
She replied: "Something came up."
Reindeer (Zhou Yu) said aggrievedly: "Master, you didn't come that time, someone messed up my leg. It's not that I'm afraid to compete this year; I'm worried that I can't even brake properly with this foot..."
Qin Xin's fingers paused.
Three seconds later.
