LUO YAN glanced at the royal box that their team reserved. Even though it's a bit far from where he was standing, he could still see a figure with long white hair enthusiastically waving at him. The other was also seemingly shouting something. It seemed that what he did not just imagine it when he heard his father's voice.
He chuckled. Because his father looked just like those proud dads who were watching their kid participating in some event for the first time. Knowing his father, that was probably indeed what the other was feeling.
He raised his hand and waved at the royal box. The people on the audience from that side thought that he was waving at them and many of those who were sitting there shouted like fangirls in a concert of their favorite artist.
