Jiang Zhihao saw the frail frame, and also the old clothes that he didn't know where they were picked up from.,Jiang Zhihao knelt down and held the little girl in his arms.,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"。