Chapter One Hundred and Seventy-Eight: Every Family Has Its Own Skeletons
Ten o'clock at night.
The flight slowly landed at Jinling Airport.
As the plane was still taxiing down the runway, Sun Keke was already so tense that her breathing had become rapid. Her small hands clenched into fists, and she sat bolt upright in her seat.
She had called home before boarding. On the phone, her father, Old Sun, and her mother, Yang Xiaoyi, had been furious with her. However, upon learning Sun Keke's flight and return time, they had eventually hung up. Still, their tone was naturally very unfriendly. Sun Keke knew very well that a storm awaited her upon her return. Girls of this age, especially those like Sun Keke who had been raised to be obedient, are actually still afraid of their parents. Knowing that her parents hadn't closed their eyes for two days made her feel even more guilty. Besides, there was the guilt from the imminent lies she would have to tell them.
