C1912 Coming Back from the Fire

"I don't want to drink." Sang Qingxia pushed the milk away and looked pitifully at Feng Nanjing. "I... want to attend the funeral, is that okay?"

"No!" Without thinking, Feng Nanhua refused.

Knowing that she still wanted to persist, Feng Nanhua opened her mouth: "Xia'er, think about it. What is your status when you return now? They will welcome you, huh? "

"I..." Sang Qingxia was stunned