Leclerc nonchalantly said, "Qin Miao actually has a good personality. As long as you don't touch his bottom line, he can take a joke. Besides, I've already figured out where to arrange for him, without affecting his Sunday race."
"Alright~"
Leclerc himself actually didn't believe Qin Miao would agree when he went over this time.
After all, these guest rooms are reserved for hosting dignitaries. How could you, a mere driver, justify staying there?
However, given Leclerc's understanding of the Monaco royal family, even if they want to refuse Qin Miao, they'd do it politely, so Leclerc wasn't worried that Qin Miao would be rudely rebuffed.
...
Then, more than an hour later, Qin Miao called back.
At this point, Leclerc had finished his business and was sitting on the hotel's balcony, looking at his phone.
Answering the call, Leclerc's voice carried a smile, though he tried to suppress it: "How did it go?"
But Qin Miao's next words completely shocked the ready-to-laugh Leclerc.
