As the Seventh Prince's participation is completed, he no longer needs his cheering squad to attentively wait for him.
Hence Jiang Xiurong went back to her place and sat beside Wang Deming and turned her head towards the field.
Before she could see what was going on over the field, her vision was blocked with a glass of water in front of her eyes.
She blinked her eyes a couple of times and turned her head back to her husband who was holding a glass of water for her.
Looking at her questioning gaze, he softly smiled as he said, "Your throat would have been dried from all the shouting, ehem, I mean cheering for so long. Drink some water and hydrate your throat."
Jiang Xiurong was amused when he used the word shouting instead of cheering but then again he corrected his words. In fact she can understand his thoughts too. They were literally shouting the Seventh Prince's name in the name of cheering for him.
