First Era, Dragon Lo

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",The mother and child clung to each other, their faces etched with grief. It was a memory he would never forget, the most painful of his life.,Zhong Jiawei held a bag in her hand, from which wafted a faint fragrance.。