"America!" Tang En exclaimed in shock, making Beckham jump andt pull the cell phone away from his ears, despite the loud surroundings.
"What's the matter, Tony?"
Tang En, who realized his loss of composure, hurriedly coughed. "I'm just... just surprised. Aren't you in Spain? Why did you suddenly go to America?"
"I recently got injured, so I can't play in matches. Coincidentally, I had to come to America for a contract discussion." Beckham explained.
Tang En's heart jumped again.
"A transfer contract?" he asked jokingly.
Beckham laughter drifted over from the other end. "How is that possible? It's only a normal business contract."
Tang En breathed a small sigh of relief.
"That's right. Why are you looking for me, Tony?" Beckham asked.
"Uh, I'm calling to wish you a merry Christmas..."
"It's only the 10th now." Beckham laughed again.
