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...","Really" Lingling's eyes lit up, then she seemed to remember something and frowned. "But... we don't have any money. We don't want Dad and Mom to fight.",Many times Jiang Zhihao would think, just how much hatred for himself, and just how desperate one had to be, to choose to end their life in this way.。