This seemingly innocuous question weighed heavily on Lu Moqing, a man who had lost the time with his child, and left him feeling somewhat bitter.
His gaze turned to his son-standing across from him, his radiant face inadvertently stinging his both eyes.
From the time his son grew in his mommy's womb until he was born, then grew to be three years old, he should have been by his side all the time.
Missing out on his son's three years of growth was a regret that he would never be able to make up for in his lifetime.
Concealing the sorrow in the bottom of his eyes, he patiently answered, "My son is very happy, and I'm even happier to have the opportunity to accompany him in this event. I won't disappoint my son, and today I'll win him the championship."
As he spoke, his gaze stayed on Qiao Xu, so the rare interview session didn't resemble his demeanor during regular formal TV interviews.
