Sure enough, the car window rolled down, revealing a familiar face.
Finn Wilson got out of the car, walked around to the other side, and opened the copilot's door, "Do you remember what I told you last weekend? Get in the car."
Viola Harris instinctively took a step back; Finn Wilson hadn't called once in these five days, and she was relieved thinking he had forgotten.
He never lacked company by his side, so he probably wouldn't remember something said on a whim.
"I'm going to Germany tomorrow. GC's wardrobe styling is scheduled to shoot next week." Viola Harris smiled, "So, I'm sorry, but if you don't mind letting your son take a long trip, I don't mind if you both go to Germany."
Finn Wilson cherished his son so much, he naturally wouldn't be willing.
That's what Viola Harris thought.