Ancelotti Takes on Real Madrid

Ankle injury.

Huang Kaiwen did not ask Lily or the eldest miss to come over.

There were still children at home... It was only at this moment that Huang Kaiwen remembered Paolo.

Maybe he should just give the kid to Kaka. It was not like Kaka could not afford to raise one child.

Forget Huang the Ball King.

Paolo had been born for over half a year, and the eldest miss might not have seen him even twenty times.

Sigh, that kid was never home.

Just as Huang Kaiwen was musing over this, Ramos returned with food.

"Most of the restaurants have already closed. Damn Italians."

Ramos complained as he carried in the takeout.

Several European countries were especially extreme about this. If Italians owned their own shops, they would have loved to open at noon and close in the afternoon. As long as they earned enough to get by, that was enough.

"As long as there's something to eat."

Huang Kaiwen said with a smile.

Seeing Ramos set out the dinner before sitting down on the sofa, Huang Kaiwen asked curiously, "Why aren't you eating, Sergio?"

"I don't really have an appetite."

Ramos said hesitantly.

"What is it? Is there something you can't tell me?"

Huang Kaiwen asked.

"I feel like I've read quite a few books, and I wanted to try writing novels like you do, but no matter what, I can't write well." Ramos finally said.

"Didn't you write stories before?"

Huang Kaiwen asked.

"Fairy tales are different. A full-length novel is too difficult."

Ramos said, "I want to write a story about a modern-day Robin Hood, but I have no idea how."

"Of course. Even I couldn't write that if you asked me to."

Huang Kaiwen put down his cutlery and said, "Crime fiction demands a