First Era, Dragon Lo

The moment Jiang Zhihao saw his son, tears welled up in his eyes.,"Daddy, I don't want to go to school. Please don't fight with Mommy, okay" Lingling hugged Jiang Zhihao's head and said.,In Zhong Jiawei's pocket, there was a newly bought lighter. Gasoline had been prepared at noon and placed in the kitchen cabinet.。