Hamilton thoughtfully nodded and finally said to Qin Miao seriously, "This conversation has been very enlightening for me, thanks a lot for your generosity. However, I'm still quite curious, and I'm sure I'm not the only one. Why do your tires last so long?"
Facing this common question, Qin Miao smiled and shrugged, "Sorry, Lewis, I really can't explain this to you guys—it's entirely a driver's instinct. I just do it naturally whenever I want."
Hamilton stood up with a smile, "Oh, come on, I don't believe you. You must be hiding something."
After saying that, Hamilton waved to Qin Miao, "But I won't push further. I've got a meeting soon, you carry on with your work, and I shouldn't interrupt you any longer."
Qin Miao nodded helplessly, feeling that he couldn't quite explain the situation clearly to them.
