The moment Jiang Zhihao saw his son, tears welled up in his eyes.,Long ago, the two had already slept in separate rooms. Jiang Zhihao would come home drunk every day, reeking of alcohol, and he liked to get into drunken fights. Zhong Jiawei didn't want to disturb the child.,Lily took the roasted duck and said with a smile, "Mom, you worked hard!"。