Jiang Zhihao knelt down and held the little girl in his arms.,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.,When the roast duck was placed on the table, Lingling suddenly remembered something. She turned to Zhong Jiawei and said, "Mom, Dad said he'll send me to kindergarten tomorrow!"。