On this sports field, this family's presence was the most prominent.
No one expected that Young Master Xi would come personally, but seeing the warmth of the family of three, everyone understood.
As powerful as Young Master Xi is, he is still a father.
"Not nervous." Lan Xin Ai shook her head.
"Mommy, Daddy, when we run later, we start with the right foot, then the left foot, like one-two, one-two."
The little guy continued.
"You're really smart, Little Yan."
Lan Xin Ai patted his head.
"First round over, next group."
The referee blew the whistle.
The family of three immediately went to the starting line.
"Come on, Little Yan, come on, hubby." Lan Xin Ai encouraged.
"Don't rush, take it slow."
Xi Yemo looked at his wife and son; this type of race is all about stability. If you run too fast and drop the beanbag, you'll waste time picking it up again.
"Start."
As soon as those two words were said.
Everyone ran hard towards the finish line.
