"Haha, Yang, long time no see!"
At a hotel in Zurich, Sweden, when Raiola heard the doorbell and opened the door, a huge figure suddenly charged in and shouted excitedly at Yang Yang before wrapping him in a bear hug.
If Su Ye hadn't been standing right beside him, everyone else would have assumed this was Yang Yang's lover, reunited with him after a long separation.
Maicon and Kaka, who had followed behind, both covered their faces, wearing expressions that said, I don't know this idiot. It was utterly embarrassing.
There was no need to ask. The only person capable of doing something so shameless and utterly devoid of boundaries was that arrogant Swede.
"Hey, careful. This suit took ages to arrange, and it's expensive," Yang Yang kindly reminded him.
"Expensive? How expensive? I can afford to pay for it!" Ibrahimovic shouted extravagantly.
Everyone shook their heads, while also finding it amusing.
After much persuasion from Armani's image consultant, and under Su Ye's murderous glare that looked ready to hack him apart, Ibrahimovic reluctantly let go of Yang Yang. He then tried to hug the portly Raiola, but the Italian, who was so fat he could barely walk, somehow nimbly dodged him. Everyone in the room was left dumbfounded.
When did he become so agile?
"I'm saying, Zlatan, you're earning quite a lot now, but I've heard that you've also been spending more and more extravagantly these past six months." Yang Yang let the image consultant straighten his suit and hair while chatting with his friends.
"Heard?" Ibrahimovic immediately turned toward Raiola with an unfriendly tone. "Who did you hear it from?"
"Not me!" Raiola immediately denied it.
Back then, he had put on airs in front of Ibrahimovic and even constantly lectured the Swede. But after they had grown