Upon hearing this, Huang's mother became worried. "There are only a few days left. Can you make it?"
"I should manage if I put in enough effort."
She wasn't satisfied. "Son, today is Christmas! Can't you even spare time for a meal? If lunch isn't feasible, what about dinner then? How about this: Qianqian and I will go shopping and have lunch, and you can have dinner with Qianqian alone in the evening."
"I have already made plans with three clients this evening. Mom, let me be clear: whether or not I succeed in my year-end sprint depends entirely on these three major clients. Otherwise, it will be impossible for me to maintain my top ranking in the group, and I'll lose face."
Huang's mother was helpless, then had a thought. "Son, you better not be lying to me about being tied up with work."
He was smiling. "Why would I lie to you?"
