As he died, he saw himself lying on the sickbed and his weeping descendants. Then time rewound ceaselessly until he stood once more before that door.,Lingling smelled the fragrance and immediately jumped out of Jiang Zhihao's arms. She excitedly ran to Zhong Jiawei and tugged at the plastic bag, asking, "Mom, what is it What is it",Every time he had a fight with Jiang Zhihao about money, he would always say what he would do tomorrow. However, when tomorrow came, he would go back on his word.。