He's not dead

Mr. Fang's chest was rising and falling heavily. He could not believe that all these happened while he was sleeping. 

''Thank goodness he was not in that plane; I don't know how my frail heart would have taken the news. We'll go pick him up at the airport tomorrow. Now, you need to rest. Goodnight Da Xia.''

''Goodnight father. ''

Da Xia was so happy that Mr. Fang agreed to go pick up Liu Wei from the airport; she twirled around on the bed happily since she would get a chance to chat with him. Feeling great, she closed her eyes and drifted to sleep.

''Wang Feng, I'll be returning to China now, handle anything you can with the client.''