Are you just devaluing yourself to exalt Xiaoyao?

Furthermore, have these people trained with me? Since they haven’t trained with me, why do they say this...

"That's right! Boss Xiaoyao, my sister is far behind you!" He Lefeng said quickly.

"Yes, yes, my goddess is not on the same level as you!" Mo Shuyun also agreed.

Lin Yan: "..."

"Are you blind?" Lin Yan glanced at everyone, "Are you sure that the boss's racing skills are better than Yeva's?"

Hearing the sound, Qi Feng suddenly jumped out: "Of course, our boss Xiaoyao's racing skills are unprecedented and unprecedented. You don't understand it at all!"

"That's right, Miss Lin Yan, what do you know? Boss Xiaoyao's racing level has gone beyond the limits of what we can understand!" said a certain Aurora team member.

Lin Yan was confused as to what happened.

"Do you think your racing skills are not as good as Yeva's?" Suddenly, Xiaoyao's eyes fell on Lin Yan, and there seemed to be some displeasure in his eyes.

Before Lin Yan could say anything, Xiaoyao took out a stamp from the drawer.

The moment he saw the stamp, Lin Yan's pupils shrank slightly.

"this……"

Not to mention Lin Yan, even Mo Shuyun, Qi Feng and everyone present were looking straight at the stamp.

"Exclusive stamp from the father of racing?!"

Lin Yan looked shocked and said in disbelief.

"Damn, this one is too scary. Compared with this...the stamps that Boss Xiaoyao gave us just now are not good enough!" Qi Feng said hurriedly.

Hearing the sound, Lin Yan was slightly startled.

So, these people are bragging here all because Xiaoyao gave them some limited edition stamps from the father of racing?

The Father of Racing stamps are limited edition stamps commemorating SD, the father of racing in the last century. There are only less than a hundred in the world, and each one is very precious.

And the stamp in Xiaoyao's hand at this moment is even more precious.

This kind of stamp is worthless to people who don't like racing, but it is too precious for professional racing drivers like them.

"Boss Xiaoyao, in order to commemorate the establishment of our team, each of us gave a stamp of the father of racing." Qi Feng said.

"Is this all you can do?" Lin Yan glanced at Qi Feng and the others, and said coldly: "It's just a stamp, what's there to say? What's important is technique! If the boss can take you to train, that's your blessing.

, the boss’s racing skills are enough for you to learn for a lifetime, is it important that the stamps have the skills that the boss teaches you??”

As Lin Yan finished speaking, everyone present was confused. Didn't this woman change her face too quickly?

Just now, seven of them were dissatisfied and eight were dissatisfied, but why did they suddenly start filming each other after just one glance?

"Yes, yes, Miss Lin Yan said exactly what I wanted to say. Are stamps important? No, it's mainly about boss Xiaoyao's racing skills and experience!"

"Oh, what a pity. If boss Xiaoyao personally took action, we would still be participating in the third league in the world. We could go directly to the first league in the world and get first place casually!" Qi Feng said seriously.

"Needless to say, even if Yeva, the god of death on the track, experienced it in person, she would still have to humbly ask the boss for advice!" Lin Yan nodded repeatedly.

Hearing the sound, He Lefeng looked at Lin Yan, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

He thought they were already very good at flattering... but compared to his sister... they were far behind.
Chapter completed!