Huang Kaiwen extended his thumb and index finger and said, "Just a little bit."
Zhou Jielun silently walked towards the guest room, deciding not to take offense at Huang Kaiwen's words.
The next day.
October 14th.
Huang Kaiwen eventually went to Alfonso Perez Stadium.
Zhou Jielun had come from far away, so at the very least he ought to show some hospitality as the host.
Once the match started, Getafe began showing signs that they aimed to draw with Real Madrid.
Inzaghi found it quite amusing.
Zhou Jielun had already started yawning; he didn't like football at all. What he said before was just small talk.
As the liaison for both Milan and Real Madrid, Huang Kaiwen took a deck of playing cards out of his pocket and asked, "Wanna play some cards?"
"Sure!" Zhou Jielun said with a laugh. "Let me tell you, I'm super awesome at card games."
