Huang Kaiwen returned to the locker room.
The Dutch players and the two team managers were all watching him.
"Why are you looking at me? Play your own game."
Huang Kaiwen waved his hand and said, "Do you think I can temporarily adjust things for you to break through the Danish defense?"
"Kevin..."
Huntelaar raised his hand nervously.
He had never seen Huang Kaiwen so sarcastic.
Even if he didn't want to go play in Milan, he didn't want to lose a friend like Huang Kaiwen.
After all, he was playing at Chelsea.
Huang Kaiwen's influence in London and Chelsea was quite intimidating.
From any aspect, he didn't want to see this side of Huang Kaiwen.
"No worries, you are all big stars, surely you have your own ideas."
Huang Kaiwen said with a smile.
Cocu glanced at Huang Kaiwen, and Huang Kaiwen waved his hand.
The pressure in the locker room decreased a lot.
Once the players left the locker room, Huang Kaiwen remained seated inside.
"Kevin?"
Cocu asked.
