"Your voice sounds like you've got a cold, did you leave the window open while you slept last night? The weather at night in London can indeed be a bit chilly."
Huang Kaiwen asked.
"Let's not talk about that, you've made it to the finals, are you confident about winning the championship?"
Inzaghi changed the subject.
He had sat by the River Thames all night and hadn't caught anything, Inzaghi did not want Huang Kaiwen to know about this.
"It shouldn't be a problem."
Huang Kaiwen said with a smile.
"That's good to hear, I'm going back to my room to sleep, I won't go to the venue to cheer for you, but I wish you victory in today's game."
Inzaghi said weakly.
Huang Kaiwen watched Inzaghi leave the restaurant, unsure of what was up with the guy.
He was pretty sure about today's match.
It wasn't that he was arrogant.
Rather, his opponent in this match was a bit odd.
Huang Kaiwen felt that Barry Hearn must have strictly selected the participants for this competition.
