Milan Brothers Team

The group returned to Milan in high spirits.

Except for Inzaghi.

"Does it hurt that much?"

Huang Kaiwen asked with a smile.

"How could it?"

Inzaghi said in a shrill voice, "My ass just hurts. I need to recover."

"All right, you really did have it rough this time," Huang Kaiwen said.

After putting up a brave front, Inzaghi felt even more distressed.

Because there was no way to let the whole world know just how generous Filippo Inzaghi was.

If it made the papers, even South Africans and Jews would come knocking, and he would have to hand all that stuff over.

But after spending several billion, not putting it in the newspapers felt somewhat unsatisfying.

Inzaghi felt like he might get depressed.

Fortunately, Eduardo was more sensible.

Once they got into the car, Eduardo lowered his voice and said, "Dad, if we divide it by family, you should let me keep the money. I'm afraid you'll lose it all."

Inzaghi: ...

Fortunately, he still had a pretty good wife.

The moment Angela saw him, she burst into tears.

The two of them clung to each other and wept.

Then Angela dragged him upstairs.

"Hey, hey, I'm hurt. I'm an injured man..." Inzaghi waved his hands, trying to earn some sympathy from his wife.

"It's fine. An injured ass is no big deal. I won't let you lie down."

Angela said with a smile.

Even gripping the stair railing, Inzaghi could not overcome her. He was dragged to the bedroom door, where he grabbed the frame with all his might.

But he was no match for Angela.

All Eduardo saw in the end was his father's despairing gaze and the door shutting behind him.

He could only silently wish his father good luck.

Feeling a little hungry, Eduardo went