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...","Daddy, I don't want to go to school. Please don't fight with Mommy, okay" Lingling hugged Jiang Zhihao's head and said.,Jiang Zhihao didn't defend himself, and changed the subject: "Let's have congee for dinner tonight. Your stomach isn't doing well, so I'll cook the rice very soft, it might take a little longer."。