Finally, Number Three was the first to cross the finish line!
Endless cheers filled the air above the racetrack. Many of the spectators whistled excitedly or waved their hats in the air.
Next came Number Four!
Yu Pingchuan slapped the railing hard, his face full of regret and frustration.
Beside him, Gu Siyang was no better than him. When he saw Number Eight finally cross the finish line in third place, his lips moved, but he did not speak for quite a while.
Why had he not listened?
Why had he insisted on making her own choice?!
Shen Zhijin looked at Shen Li, his brows relaxed and a faint smile spread across his face.
"Ah Li, congratulations."
Shen Li's gaze lingered on Number Three and Number Four at the finish line for a moment. Then, she turned around and smiled at Shen Zhijin.
"Thank you, Dad."
"Ah Li must have earned quite a lot this time, right?" Gu Tinglan said with a smile.
