The Funeral

Guo Miao was stunned. Although she had stopped crying, her eyes were empty, as if her soul had been taken away.

She had already started over and planned everything. Why did the death of her family still appear before her eyes?

In her previous life, her grandmother did not pass away so quickly.

Could it be that the plot had changed, causing the timeline to be slightly different?

"Don't think about it anymore. Although the private jet is fast, it will still take six hours to get back. By then, it will be midnight in Haicheng. You should have a good sleep on the plane."

Guo Miao nodded in confusion.

Tong Pei saw that she wasn't in a good mental state and covered her with a blanket. He then adjusted the chair so that she could lie down.

Guo Miao listened to his instructions in a daze and lay down on the seat of the plane.

The assistant reminded him, "Young Master Tong, the plane is taking off in ten minutes. We should disembark."