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"Sullivan, come home. Grandpa misses you, and Dream misses you too."
Anton Cook's pen paused, the characters whirling beneath its tip, in a flurry that no one else in the world could probably understand apart from him.
At that moment a call came in: "I'm taking a call."
"Sullivan, we've only got three days before the final joint rehearsal. How am I going to report to Director Bartholomew if you don't come back? I've already bought your plane ticket. It's at three o'clock this afternoon. I wonder if we could set off for the palace. I will wait for you at the airport." On the phone, Keanu Ledger's tone was very humble, practically grovelling at Anton's feet.
Anton Cook raised an eyebrow, "You accepted the Spring Festival Gala invitation on my behalf without my consent. Now that you're so capable, why don't you perform?"
