Seeing Barbara leave, Inzaghi turned to Huang Kaiwen and said, "I'm hungry."
"It's on me!"
Huang Kaiwen kicked Inzaghi in the leg and headed to the kitchen.
He casually whipped up a plate of pasta and placed it on the coffee table, asking rather irritatedly, "Didn't you eat dinner tonight?"
"Um... forgot, forgot."
"Fine, don't bother cleaning up after eating. Just find a guest room to sleep in. I'm going back to sleep first."
After finishing his words, Huang Kaiwen walked upstairs.
He felt sleepy again after getting home.
He had just gone to bed.
Damn it.
For several days, he hadn't been able to sleep until he naturally woke up.
Today was even worse.
Huang Kaiwen now suspected that his fate clashed with the current players of Milan.
These people kept tormenting him.
...
The next morning,
Huang Kaiwen was woken up by the young lady.
