Because he knows the call is from Lu Yang.
"Hey, what's up?" Zidane's tone wasn't friendly, seeming a bit impatient.
"Haha, Zidane, don't sound so distressed. This is exactly what you should be doing," Lu Yang laughed, "Now the pressure is on you. You need to help me handle this issue."
Zidane sighed, "Why should I help you clean up this mess? Couldn't you think about the consequences when you're playing, oh no, fighting on the field?"
Lu Yang: "Are you really that smart? Let's just hope that in next year's World Cup or the one after, when someone insults your family, you don't use your head to hammer them!"
Zidane was confused: "What are you talking about?"
Lu Yang: "Nothing! Enough nonsense. You need to make Real Madrid understand that this is beneficial for you."
"Barça doesn't care; they don't have the competitiveness for the Champions League in recent years, but Real Madrid is different."
"Last year, why couldn't you guys win the Champions League?"
