His gaze slowly shifted to the door panel, Jiang Zhihao trembling slightly as he twisted the key.,Hearing his son's sweet voice, Jiang Zhihao wiped the tears from his face and picked him up, saying, "Dad will work hard to make money. Tomorrow, I'll take you to kindergarten, okay",Zhong Jiawei held a bag in her hand, from which wafted a faint fragrance.。
