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",But Jiang Zhihao had never resented Zhong Jiawei, because Zhong Jiawei also died in the fire.,"Daddy, it's roast duck!" Lingling excitedly called back.。