"The fifteenth of this month, but you need to go a week early for rehearsal fittings. You need to go to Shanghai on the seventh and won't be back until the sixteenth."
"I got it."
"So, you're agreeing?"
Viola Harris laughed, "Can I refuse now?"
"Of course not. I'm arranging it now, and we'll leave in three days."
Viola Harris casually cooked a bowl of noodles at home, took a few bites, and went out to the hospital.
While driving, Finn Wilson called, "I'm coming to pick you up now, let's have dinner together later."
Viola Harris said, "I've already eaten, I'm heading to the hospital to be with Grandma."
Finn Wilson sounded a bit disappointed, "Then I'll come to the hospital to find you and take you to a good place."
Viola Harris didn't manage to voice her refusal before Finn Wilson hung up the phone.
As soon as his call ended, Mrs. Harris's call came in, "Viola, do you remember the meeting with Director Zhou's son tonight? Don't keep him waiting; it would be too rude."
