Standing under the dilapidated low eaves, behind him was the setting sun, its twilight casting across his surroundings. Jiang Zhihao felt as if he had just woken from a dream.,"Daddy, I don't want to go to school. Please don't fight with Mommy, okay" Lingling hugged Jiang Zhihao's head and said.,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.。