"Geoff, please! You can't do this." Hearing Geoff's words on the phone, Wang Yang immediately frowned and lost interest in the beautiful scenery in the backyard. He sat down on a chair and pleaded on the phone, "Come on, don't be like this! You know that's Africa, South Africa; it's not the Middle East... No, believe me, it's safe! There's no war in South Africa now, right? Terrorists? I haven't heard much, but we have already hired a security team, the safety arrangements are definitely better than the FBI…"
On the other side, the set manager Geoff sighed and said, "Yang, I'm very sorry, but no matter what, I won't go. My family worries about me leaving home to work, my wife and children; for them, I can take no risks." He apologized again, "I'm sorry!"
"Alright, I can understand, then there's nothing we can do," Wang Yang helplessly covered his forehead and nodded, "OK, let it be then, bye!"
