Remembering the story Huang Kaiwen told about the Evil Russian Monk's specialty, Lily blushed and pushed Huang Kaiwen out of the bedroom.
By the time Huang Kaiwen arrived at Cobham, it was already past ten in the morning.
The training ground was filled with players doing recovery training.
Mourinho stood with his arms crossed on the sidelines, while Boas in his training gear kept shouting onto the field.
Huang Kaiwen walked briskly towards the training ground, his open-coat flapping in the wind.
"Boss, Kevin just got here now!"
Ashley Cole shouted, "He should have reported to the reserve team by now. Look at him coming so late, dressed like he's about to shoot a gangster movie, quite stylish."
Mourinho, with a stern face, turned around, immediately replacing it with a smile, walked up to Huang Kaiwen, and put his arm around his shoulder asking, "What happened today? You're never late."
"I was a bit tired yesterday and got up late, sorry, coach."
Huang Kaiwen said.
