บท 1717: Is Mo Shixiu's Food Too Good?

After dinner, Qiao Mianmian called Linda.

Linda asked, "So, have you decided? What's your final decision?"

"Sister Xie, I'll go." Qiao Mianmian told Linda her decision.

Qiao Mianmian heard Linda sigh.

It was as if she was finally relieved.

She was probably afraid she would reject her.

"Alright, then I'll call the production crew to confirm it. Mianmian, are you sure you want to go? Have you talked to Chairman Mo? After confirming it with the production crew, you can't change it easily."

"Mm, I'm sure. I've already discussed it with him. He supports me."

"That's good. I'll send the contract to your email later. Take a good look at it. If you have any questions, let me know. I'll be able to communicate with the production crew in time."

"Alright."

Qiao Mianmian had just hung up when her cell phone rang.

She picked it up immediately.