Six hundred twelve, request

Song Jiefang sighed helplessly to himself upon hearing this, "I've already made my decision." She was always so stubborn; otherwise, with her talent, she would have been the Squadron Leader of the performance troupe long ago.

A leader must know how to be flexible. Being too rigid and indulging in one's temperament can easily offend people.

"I've made my decision, too," Song Youyou said with a firm tone.

"Youyou, can't you listen to me just this once?" Song Jiefang frowned and asked. Ever since his wife passed away, he and his daughter had been relying on each other.

Finally, he had found a woman he liked, but she faced strong opposition from his daughter. For the sake of his daughter, he had given up the idea of remarrying. Yet, she had never forgiven him for this.

This time, there was a document from above requiring the Guard's Wives to also prepare a performance, and he had found an excuse to call his daughter for help.

"I cannot!" Song Youyou answered directly.