Di Mingzhe didn't hesitate, striding over to take a seat, his hands clasped together. Despite his complexion's changing, the tight clasp of his hands betrayed his nervousness.
Could he not be nervous?
His wife, carrying their son, was about to start the competition, and she was first in line.
How nervous he truly was, only Heaven knew.
He didn't wish for her to win the gold medal; all he wanted was for her to be safe and sound, to participate and fulfill her wish.
Di Xiaxia was quite a distance away, but she knew they must be in the VIP audience stand.
Her family was there, everyone who supported her wholeheartedly, including Di Mingzhe.
Mingzhe must be there at this moment.
She knew they were all worried for her but were also cheering her on.
Being first in line was indeed beyond her expectations, but apparently, it was the luck of the draw, so it was considered personal fortune.
