Ming City Airport.
Sang Pengcheng supported his daughter with a pained expression. "Daddy told you to rest for a while before leaving, but you refused to listen."
The girl wearing a mask was a little pale and thinner than before. Her eyes looked even bigger.
She smiled at that. "But I can't wait to get to our new home."
Sang Pengcheng was helpless and doting. "You… I really can't do anything about you."
Wen Xu, who was at the side, had mixed feelings. "Sister, you said that you faked your death. Do you know how much you made me cry?"
"If I informed you, then my plan to fake my death will definitely fail."
Sang Qianqian felt that she had been wise not to let Wen Xu know about this plan.
If he knew that she wasn't dead, he would definitely not shed a single tear at the funeral. He might even be secretly happy.