Tears streamed down his face, the man who had created so many business miracles in the future held his son close, whispering softly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry...",In Zhong Jiawei's pocket, there was a newly bought lighter. Gasoline had been prepared at noon and placed in the kitchen cabinet.,Every time he had a fight with Jiang Zhihao about money, he would always say what he would do tomorrow. However, when tomorrow came, he would go back on his word.。