"Kai!"
"Kai!"
Overwhelming, mighty, like a summer storm. Humid and stifling, crashing down on his face, making it almost impossible to breathe.
Kai stood next to his car, looking deeply into that brilliant sea of red. He revealed a smile, his feet finally feeling the ground again.
He raised his right hand and waved, thanking the home support,
"Ah! Aaaaaah!"
Instant explosion.
Kai was startled. Honestly, he still wasn't used to such a grand spectacle. He turned quickly and saw the Ferrari team at a glance.
Jock Clear stood at the very front, constantly banging on the advertising board blocking the way, signaling Kai to come over quickly. They were waiting to celebrate.
Laurent Mekies couldn't help but think: If Ferrari had listened to Kai and seized the two previous pit windows, if Arrivabene had been decisive when swapping Vettel and Kai, would the result have been different?
But he controlled himself.
The point wasn't those "ifs," but that in such a chaotic and rough race, Kai had successfully carved a bloody path.
Started second, finished second. But everyone in the team knew the weight of this second place far exceeded imagination.
Now, Mekies understood Marchionne's intention 100%. Marchionne believed in Kai, believed in his potential, believed he was Ferrari's future. And Mekies' task here was to ensure Kai could realize all his potential and shoulder Ferrari's heavy responsibility.
Looking up, Mekies joined the crowd, banging on the advertising board while whistling and making strange noises, all jeering.
When Kai came up, Clear grabbed him and kept patting his helmet. "Good boy! Beautiful! A classic race!"
Arms from all sides patted Kai, shoulders, back, thighs, chest.
Kai dodged, grimacing. "Hey! I strongly suspect you guys are taking revenge!"
Mekies waved his right hand. "Come come come, revenge for grievances, revenge for wrongs, seize the opportunity."
The next second, Kai was swallowed by Ferrari red.
Amidst a roar of laughter, Kai finally broke free with difficulty. Taking off his helmet, he revealed that flushed face dripping with sweat,
"Ah! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"
The spectator stands lost control instantly. The cheering heat wave inconceivably went up another level.
Worthy of the home court!
Ahead, Martin Brundle led the Sky Sports broadcast team, already positioned at the mixed zone entrance in advance, smiling to welcome him.
"Seems like you already have a large group of girl fans," Brundle teased.
Kai tilted his head. "I hope it's purely because of my good looks."
That serious answer made Brundle laugh thunderously. But time was tight, no more chatting, straight to the point. "A chaotic and difficult race."
"We could see the chaos at the start, we could see the two confusions in the team's pit strategy, and we could also see some episodes between you and teammate Sebastian Vettel on track. But we don't know the final situation; DRS and brakes seemed to have some malfunctions."
"Please, what exactly happened? In the final moments of the race, you showed wisdom and decisiveness, almost overturning the result of the entire race."
The corners of Kai's mouth rose gently. "But I didn't. Right?"
A joke relaxed the atmosphere.
However, with a turn of thought, Kai tried to organize language and thoughts to summarize the race, but found it still difficult. That stifled breath still hadn't been exhaled.
So, Kai stood there, slightly dazed, seeming to fall into his own thoughts.
Such a Kai was unfamiliar. Although the season was only at the third stop, the confidence and calmness Kai showed in front of the media had already left a deep impression on people.
At this moment, bitterness and helplessness were felt in the silence.
Brundle remembered then. They called Kai "Baby Driver," but always selectively ignored that he had just turned eighteen.
Not just Brundle, the audience on the main grandstand watching this scene could also clearly feel those surging emotions. Kai really, really desired this championship.
Exhaling lightly, Kai showed a smile again. "Sorry, thoughts just flew to Neverland to cool down a bit."
With one sentence, everyone chuckled.
"I think this is a lesson. Just like qualifying, in F1, details are exceptionally important. Any deviation might influence the whole race."
"Obviously, I still have a lot to learn. So, I think after going back, I should sit down with the team and review the race properly."
Saying this, Kai shouted towards the bustling Ferrari team nearby, "Ready? I won't let any of you off."
Wailing everywhere, whistles constant. It could be seen that Kai got along well with the team.
Just turning his head, Kai saw Ricciardo who had finished celebrating with the Red Bull team. He apologized to Brundle and went up immediately.
"Daniel! Wonderful race!"
Kai was serious. In the last few laps, Ricciardo didn't sell any flaws. Under his continuously accumulated pressure, Ricciardo guarded the fruit of victory with perfect performance.
Ricciardo deserved this championship.
His regret and unwillingness were one thing, but this couldn't diminish the value of Ricciardo's victory at all.
Ricciardo turned around and saw Kai, grinning to reveal those big teeth. "Hahaha, I know I'm very handsome and dashing, don't fall in love with me. The queue is too long now, probably won't be your turn."
While speaking, he bumped Kai's shoulder. "How about it, am I awesome or not?"
If it were someone else, such self-praising performance would definitely be repulsive, but Ricciardo's smug look was amusing.
"Awesome. Of course awesome. Otherwise, the champion would be someone else." Kai sent blessings frankly. "So, next time we two have another go?"
Ricciardo's eyes went straight instantly, smile disappearing. "You lunatic, still coming? No no no, I like a runaway victory. Such intense and exciting races play with heartbeats; an old man like me can't compare to you young people. Go go go, you and Max go play with mud aside."
Kai waved his hand, indifferent. "That works too. Next time you see me coming, just make way. Good for you, good for me, good for everyone, right?"
Ricciardo's eyeballs almost fell out. He gave Kai's biceps a punch directly. "You're bullying the elderly! In the name of the moon, I will punish you!"
Gagging, laughing, Kai and Ricciardo laughed uncontrollably. Where was the tension on the track just now?
Patting Ricciardo's shoulder, watching Ricciardo being swallowed by surging flashes, Kai stood behind, turning to stride towards the weighing area.
The race ended, but a lot of trifles remained. Always noisy, always loud, simply no time to organize thoughts properly. Adrenaline filled the whole head.
Looking up, Kai saw Jiang Mo standing outside the barrier opposite the pit lane, standing there quietly, like a lighthouse guarding against stormy waves.
Actually, Jiang Mo was afraid.
Afraid to the point of knees weak and trembling, almost unable to stand steady. Afraid to the point of clasping hands with ten fingers interlocked, using all strength but still unable to control the slight trembling of fingertips. Afraid to the point of internal organs burning, breathing disordered and messy.
She admitted she was helpless, even terrified. Especially at the moment of close combat at the end, her heart almost exploded.
She didn't care about victory or not; she just wanted to see her son standing in front of her intact.
However, at the moment of crossing the finish line, while tense heartstrings relaxed, she seemed to feel her son's bitterness and unwillingness.
Fighting with all strength to the end, not just for victory, but for challenging limits. That tenacious, unyielding will shone on the track.
At that moment, Jiang Mo suddenly realized her son had grown up. That little guy toddling under her care had grown into Kai who could stand tall and face storms.
She had always been curious and looking forward to what that naughty and stubborn guy would look like when grown up. In those days flowing like water, she always hoped he could grow up faster; but inadvertently, before she had time to prepare mentally, he already stood before her eyes, using those still tender shoulders to withstand unbelievable pressure and carry the home hope, winning the respect of the whole audience on the Shanghai track.
So, Jiang Mo straightened her back, standing opposite the pit lane. She just wanted to pat his shoulder and tell him, hard work today.
Then.
Jiang Mo saw Kai, high-spirited and commanding facing the media bombardment, but slowly escaping into the shadow when turning to leave. In the back figure, some loss was inadvertently revealed. Amidst the overwhelming pressure piling up layer by layer, for the first time, a trace of imperceptible fragility was exposed.
He just stood there quietly, letting the pouring shadow press down his spine bit by bit.
"Little Zhou!"
Jiang Mo took a deep breath and shouted loudly.
Kai happened to look up, seeing Jiang Mo, Lu Cheng, Song Bo, and the others at a glance. Sweeping away the haze, a smile climbed back onto his lips, showing a vibrant look again. Seeming not wanting them to worry, he trotted all the way, actively welcoming them.
Lu Cheng pulled Kai over, rubbed that head of wet hair vigorously, and laughed heartily. "Good job!"
"Dad, don't be like this, I'm about to go weigh in. This little bit of weight is crucial too, okay?" Kai started joking playfully.
Then, Kai looked at Jiang Mo with bright eyes, deliberately lifting his chin, showing off triumphantly. "Mom, how about it, second place, not bad, right?"
Jiang Mo didn't speak, but rarely opened her arms and pulled Kai into a hug.
Kai was full of question marks. "Mom, what's wrong?"
Jiang Mo patted Kai's shoulder, didn't speak, just silently gave the exhausted son a hug.
Caught off guard, Kai's nose soured, full of grievances surging to his heart. "Mom, I wanted to win, I really really wanted to win..."
In front of Jiang Mo, on the Shanghai track, Kai had never desired a victory so much.
This was Jiang Mo's first time coming to the scene to watch a race. Kai hoped this wouldn't be the last. Not just for victory, not just to prove himself, he sincerely hoped his mother could understand the meaning of racing; however, a hair's breadth, just lacking that little bit.
From GP3 to F1, this was the first time Kai tasted such a flavor.
Jiang Mo nodded gently. "I know."
One sentence was enough.
Kai took a deep breath. The runaway emotions calmed down again. Leaving Jiang Mo's embrace, standing straight again, he looked at Jiang Mo, slightly hesitant.
However, Jiang Mo read that expression instantly. Since childhood, this was a clever ghost. If he wanted something, he wouldn't say it directly, nor roll around throwing a tantrum, but constantly hint with pitiful eyes until she softened. "Check the time next time. If there's a chance, let's go to other tracks to watch races together."
"Do you have any recommended tracks?"
Instantly, Kai's mood brightened, flying into the clouds. "Silverstone! Mom, you must go to Silverstone to see. Spa, and Monza, the live experience of those tracks is completely different."
"You'll like it. Aunt Qiaomu, you guys come too, I'll cover all expenses."
Song Bo raised his hands high instantly, cheering silently.
"Ah, I must go weigh in, otherwise might violate rules."
While speaking, turning around, Kai trotted with light steps. Running and running, the whole person jumped up. The world brightened instantly.
Zhang Qiaomu pinched Jiang Mo's shoulder gently, face full of smiles.
Jiang Mo also showed a smile. "Looking at this time, still a child, hasn't grown up."
Zhang Qiaomu glanced at Song Bo beside her. "Do you want to look at this guy?"
Jiang Mo laughed out loud directly.
Jiang Mo knew she would still continue to worry about her son because this was her responsibility, long becoming a habit.
Even if not racing, if Kai entered society and found a stable job, she would still worry about his health, his workplace life, his future.
But now, since he found himself in the racing world, she should stand behind him, cheering for him, and become his eternal backing and harbor. Welcoming him back to find a piece of quiet anytime. Even if the whole world stood on his opposite side, they wouldn't leave.
Watching Kai's back, that enthusiasm still burning, Jiang Mo knew that coming to the Shanghai track this time was a correct choice.
When Kai appeared in the public eye again, he had completely recovered his state, showing his usual vigorous and high-spirited appearance.
From the podium to the post-race press conference to the mixed zone reporter blockade, the whole state was completely different. Even in the rolling heat waves of bombardment, he was still at ease,
Obviously, overwhelming pressure still revolved around Kai.
Ricciardo, Kai, Bottas on the podium. Hamilton, Verstappen, Hülkenberg, Alonso, Vettel, Sainz, and Magnussen entered the top ten to score points.
Ferrari failed to continue the feat of sweeping the podium. The Big Three carved up the top three. In constructor points, Mercedes and Red Bull defeated Ferrari for the first time this season.
Currently, the season just started. The championship battle was still in the early stage. Ferrari's dominance had been broken; suspense rose instantly.
Focus points, countless.
However, standing at the center of the storm was still Kai.
Debut at Shanghai track, podium at home, the only driver this season to be on the podium for three consecutive stops, leading the driver standings strongly.
Etc., etc. Not to mention in the ups and downs and twists and turns of the race, Kai was the absolute protagonist. Everything gathered the spotlight on Kai.
From ridicule to doubt to provocation, now evolved into noise. This baby driver who emerged out of nowhere was indeed changing the new season pattern.
Theoretically speaking, people predicted this scene; the chattering discussions before the season never stopped. However, now that speculation turned into reality, the shock in the paddock still broke the index. Thought Kai might become a joke, resultantly the joke fell on them.
The season expectation of "Vettel VS Hamilton" was being replaced by "Kai leading strongly." Inside and outside the paddock were all caught off guard.
So, what did this mean? Was Kai really preparing to play the spoiler, dark horse to the end?
No, way,
Was this some terrible April Fool's joke?
Not just outside, Ferrari internally was also welcoming a storm.
Kai looked at Frankie Penny in front of him, repeating without hiding his surprise, "Mr. Arrivabene wants to see me?"
The storm on the track had passed, the storm outside the paddock was brewing, and the storm in the pit... was staging.
Frankie Penny exhaled lightly, nodding to give an affirmative answer. "Maurizio is waiting for you in the office." Pausing, adding another sentence, "Now."
Kai's eyebrows raised slightly, but he didn't rush over anxiously. He could guess what Arrivabene was up to.
Just right, he also wanted to communicate properly with the Team Principal.
Kai looked at Frankie Penny. "Did he call Sebastian?"
Frankie Penny shook her head. "No, only you."
Kai showed a look of "as expected" understanding.
Obviously, Arrivabene's summons wasn't to reconcile conflicts, otherwise both drivers should have gone over.
Vettel squeezed Kai's racing line at the start in two consecutive races, ignoring pre-race tactical layout. As the Team Principal but not preparing to mediate, it meant he hoped Kai would swallow his anger and be obedient.
The problem was, was Kai willing to be obedient?
Frankie Penny was slightly worried. "Kai, endure it and it will pass. Don't talk back to Maurizio."
Kai wasn't angry, instead showing a smile. "Don't worry, my Italian isn't fluent enough to quarrel yet."
A joke made Frankie Penny laugh dumbfoundedly.
Kai didn't delay any longer, leaving his seat, walking towards Arrivabene's office,
Kai believed Räikkönen's character wouldn't collide with Arrivabene face to face. Not daring, but too lazy to speak. But did this solve Ferrari's internal conflict? Did this prevent Vettel from closing the door on Räikkönen on track causing a collision and double DNF?
The answer is negative.
In other words, Räikkönen's silence and tolerance failed to solve the problem, and might even have magnified the tit-for-tat on track to some extent.
Kai didn't believe taking a step back could exchange for a vast sky.
Knock, knock.
Knocking on the door. After getting permission, Kai pushed open the office door. At a glance, he could see Arrivabene fully alert and ready to go.
Seeing Arrivabene already prepared, leaning completely on the boss chair, finding a comfortable posture, lifting his chin slightly, looking Kai up and down with a critical and sharp gaze. The scrutiny hidden therein vaguely suppressed anger. The atmosphere couldn't help tightening.
Kai entered, closed the door, pulled out a chair, and sat down freely.
However, Kai maintained his posture. Not leaning back, not crossing legs, nor collapsing, but holding his head high meeting Arrivabene's gaze.
At first, Arrivabene thought Kai knew his mistake, guilty and nervous, like a student entering the principal's office, on pins and needles.
Soon, Arrivabene realized something was wrong.
Although Kai maintained a sitting posture, he completely lacked the look of helplessness and wandering eyes. He looked straight over generously, neither humble nor arrogant.
Eyes clear, looking straight into Arrivabene's eyes. Where was the look of admitting mistakes with bowed head?
Arrivabene stifled a breath in his chest, but controlled himself, not losing initiative. Sneering, "Like this, are you waiting for something?"
Unexpectedly, Kai nodded. "I'm waiting for an explanation."
Arrivabene's pupils dilated slightly, revealing a trace of surprise.
Kai didn't give breathing time. Arrivabene prepared an ambush, so why couldn't he counterattack?
"Why in the race, can Sebastian repeatedly ignore strategy? Clearly we discussed tactics before the race, yet he changed them unauthorizedly again and again?"
"Not only ruining my race, ruining the team's race, even ruining his own race?"
"Why when you issued team orders, he chose to ignore, refusing team cooperation, yet didn't need to pay any price?"
Word by word, giving no inch.
Air instantly tense.
Arrivabene snorted coldly, maintaining calm in front of Kai's aggressiveness.
"Do you know who you are talking to? I am the Team Principal. My order is the team order!"
"Why did you launch an attack unauthorizedly without a team order? What if you ruined the race? Why force a pit stop to change race strategy without communicating with the race engineer?"
"You think you are so smart, the only smart person in the world? You are number one in the world?"
"Shirking responsibility, blaming teammates, completely ignoring your own mistakes. Is this your attitude? Even lecturing me in reverse? Are you teaching me how to do things?"
Climbing steadily, heating up continuously. Trying best to maintain calm, instead clearly feeling the boiling anger in the tense voice, almost unable to suppress.
However, Kai didn't retreat. He still looked straight into Arrivabene's eyes, crashing back frontally neither humble nor arrogant. "Of course I know you are the Team Principal, that's why I need an explanation. Are team orders only for me? Why can Vettel not execute, but I must obey unconditionally?"
"I am willing to cooperate with the team, but the premise is the team also needs to be willing to cooperate together!"
From Sebastian to Vettel, a change of address clearly felt Kai's toughness.
In that short instant, Arrivabene's expression stiffened for a moment, then finally couldn't control it. Voice raised, comparable to thunder.
"Because he is a four-time driver world champion! Because he knows how to win races! And you just ran three F1 races; you know nothing about the paddock."
"You should protect your role. As the number two driver, go protect the team's core interests!"
Smoke filled the air; the smell of gunpowder detonated completely.
"Right, team interests." Kai's gaze remained firm. "So, Vettel's personal interests equal team interests, or Vettel's personal interests are greater than team interests?"
"I had tire advantage then. I could still impact the championship. I still had a chance to maximize team interests. But why didn't Vettel swap positions?"
"Why am I, who tried my best to win a podium for the team, standing here accepting education, while Vettel, who destroyed team strategy and even ruined the team's whole race for selfish reasons, is nowhere to be seen?"
Firm, tough, upright.
Kai stared dead at Arrivabene's eyes. "Mr. Arrivabene, believe me, I didn't forget. We signed in black and white. I am the number two driver. I didn't forget."
"But, I want to ask, am I Vettel's number two driver, or Ferrari's number two driver?"
Not only not retreating, but firmly grasping the initiative by turning from guest to host.
"Believe me, I also didn't forget. Mr. Marchionne signed me exceptionally not because I can become an excellent marionette performing juggling for you; but hoping I can step onto the track to fight for the championship. When a championship opportunity appears, why should we surrender!"
Wave after wave, rolling heat waves pounced on the face.
Arrivabene completely didn't expect his anger wasn't worth mentioning in front of Kai's conviction. That surging anger pounced on his face.
Suffocated!
Arrivabene encountered suppression, flying into a rage from shame. Rather than anger, it was more like humiliation. He could no longer maintain his usual calm.
Slapping the table and standing up, furious. "Young man, you are too arrogant!"
Tit for tat, swords drawn. The door and walls of the entire meeting room were trembling slightly.
Frankie Penny, who had been guarding the door, couldn't help holding her breath. Her most worried thing happened, but she knew this wasn't the best time to interfere.
Frankie Penny straightened her back slightly, waving to those rustling prairie dogs peeking around, constantly driving away flies, mouthing:
Go back. All go back to your own business. Don't peek here. Nothing to see. All get lost.
Inside the meeting room, completely no time and energy to pay attention to the movement outside. The pervading smoke turned into magma sparks bursting fully.
"Arrogant?"
Kai lifted his chin. Not only did he not retreat, but his body leaned forward slightly, staring at Arrivabene intently.
"If arrogance is daring to challenge unfairness, then I admit it; if arrogance is longing for victory and championship, then undoubtedly I am indeed so."
"Mr. Arrivabene, maybe you should think clearly, what exactly do you want? An obedient marionette, or a driver who dares to challenge limits and impact the championship?"
"I stand here not to lose the race cowardly."
The tough posture hit Arrivabene's chest hard. Anger surged in his chest.
In the narrow meeting room, silence spread. Both people's breathing became rapid due to emotional fluctuations. The suffocating confrontation made nerves completely tight.
Arrivabene's fist clenched tighter and tighter, knuckles white, flat fingertips piercing into the palm. He stared dead at Kai, seeming to want to swallow this eighteen-year-old boy alive.
However, Kai didn't flinch. Spine straight, eyes like knives. Upright and daring, launching a counterattack, refusing to be an obedient puppet.
Finally, Arrivabene found his voice. "Kid, you better understand, challenging team authority is dangerous. You are playing with fire."
Kai stared dead at Arrivabene's eyes. "Then you also better understand, I am not Kimi Räikkönen. I won't swallow my anger and say nothing."
"I know I am just a number two driver. I also know Ferrari can terminate with me anytime. I also know you hold the power of life and death over me."
"But, as long as I stand on the track for one day, I will firmly grasp every opportunity to impact the championship. I am not a flower raised in a greenhouse. If you want to change to a tame good baby, please help yourself. I believe countless drivers in the paddock are willing to become your marionettes."
"I. Don't. Care."
Light as wind and clouds, straightforward narrative. No shouting, no forceful words, not even much emotional fluctuation, as if just saying the weather is nice today; yet between gestures, revealing a rebellious flamboyance and arrogance, abruptly suppressing Arrivabene.
Then, Kai didn't continue to say more. Standing up slowly, adjusting clothes unhurriedly, nodding politely to signal, turning around and leaving the meeting room.
Even closing the door gently. Where did it look like just finishing a quarrel? That posture of waving sleeves without taking away a cloud made Arrivabene dumbfounded.
In the air, only Arrivabene's heavy breathing remained.
Outside the door, Kai also saw Frankie Penny with a face full of astonishment and helplessness.
Obviously, she expected a flushed and bedraggled look of anger, but saw Kai showing a gentle sunny smile. She was stunned instantly.
"Silvia, after the race, I want to stay at home for two days, is that okay?"
Frankie Penny: ?
Is this normal? She clearly heard the quarrel inside just now, but turned around to see this scene?
Is Kai serious?
Professionalism still made Frankie Penny nod. "Of course, absolutely no problem. There are two weeks of rest before the Azerbaijan race."
"However, aren't you planning to move this week? Although moving is all handed over to professionals, it still takes time to organize after entering the new home. So, arrange your time well. If you want to stay at home for two more days, then postpone moving until after Azerbaijan."
Chattering a bit, Frankie Penny still couldn't hold back. "Kai, are you okay?"
From past to present, Frankie Penny's stance had never changed. She stood with Ferrari. She longed to witness the moment Ferrari returned to the peak. Whether Räikkönen or Kai, including Vettel, all the same, treated equally in her eyes.
Today, not only because Kai turned the tide to save Ferrari's disastrous weekend, but also because Vettel's selfishness hurt team interests.
Frankie Penny stood unconditionally on Kai's side.
Kai laughed, appearing harmless. People who didn't know might think he was an innocent boy ignorant of worldly affairs. "I'm very good. Where am I not good?"
Frankie Penny exhaled lightly. "Don't blame Maurizio. As Team Principal, he needs to supervise the whole team. He doesn't like anyone challenging his authority."
"I know." Kai shrugged lightly. "Seeking duties in position, I understand."
"I am very willing to cooperate with the team. After all, relying on me alone cannot complete the race, let alone victory. But I also need him to know, my job is to exert the car to the extreme on the track, impacting the championship. I won't apologize for the behavior of striving for victory with all strength on the track."
"I'm not a good boy."
A self-mocking tease. Frankie Penny finally couldn't hold back, bursting into laughter, also joking along. "Very good. Although I had a premonition before, you might not be a good boy. Now I can finally confirm. Thanks for helping confirm."
Actually, Kai didn't worry about conflict.
Not just racing, all competitive sports are the same. Everyone desires victory, but there is only one champion. Conflict is inevitable.
Today, just right to use this opportunity to withstand pressure and state his position.
Maybe this would bring trouble to himself, maybe even lose some sense of security that should belong to a number two driver. He knew his situation and position.
But what if he didn't say it? Continue silence, continue being an obedient shadow, continue indulging Vettel's aggressiveness?
Then he would be nailed to the number two driver position forever, with no possibility of turning over, just like Räikkönen's situation in Ferrari in the past few years.
On the track, he could face all results calmly, give everything unreservedly, face the final result of competitive contest with head held high.
But he refused to be trapped in others' rules, losing his edges and personality, losing his posture and courage. That wasn't him.
Taking a deep breath, Kai wasn't nervous or anxious at all. On the contrary, he rejoiced that he seized the opportunity.
He realized he didn't want to fight for a position with Vettel; he wanted to fight for a value of existence in the paddock,
Championships never come from charity and courtesy. If you want it, you must attack actively.
Frankie Penny looked up and glanced at Kai. Youthful spirit wantonly publicized in the afternoon setting sun, awakening Ferrari's former glory again.
She looked back at the meeting room again. If she guessed correctly, the person tossing and turning sleeplessly tonight shouldn't be Kai.
Just like the Ferrari pit, at this moment, the social network of the Chinese mainland was also welcoming a storm, a storm centered on Kai!