We Like Passing the Ball to the Strongest Player

The players of both teams stood in the tunnel.

A Jiu's ex-girlfriend stood at the center of the pitch.

The extras still slowly gathered near Laura Pausini, each holding a white flag. Italian artistic performances always liked to have people carrying something.

They probably hadn't paid France any royalties either.

"I have nothing to do, nowhere to go. No one in my life answers me anymore, except myself..."

Pausini closed her eyes and sang "I Want You Back" with deep emotion.

Her status as a national treasure singer was no exaggeration. At Pavarotti and Friends last year, the entire audience had sung along to this song.

"Could it be written for Inzaghi?"

Totti muttered.

He read the papers too, though he preferred the gossip columns.

Huang Kaiwen quipped, "Meeting that guy once was already more than enough. Would any woman really want to get back together with him? They might as well rename the song 'My Brain Is Broken Again.'"

Totti let out a raspy laugh.

The old prince clearly loved the joke.

Every time Huang Kaiwen saw Totti, he could barely hold himself back.

After all, Totti's wife had admitted herself that if she revealed everything, she could destroy fifty families.

That showed just how many people she had cheated with.

This was no longer just a matter of wearing one green hat. From her personal trainer to their gardener, plumber, pest control company, perhaps people across Roma's political and sporting circles had all been involved.

Just thinking about it was terrifying. The repairmen who came to the house on their weekly days off, along with celebrities she met at events, might all have put horns on him.

Huang Kaiwen decided that once he got back, he would have someone investigate. If his wife had cheated with so many