Jiang Zhihao was certain it wasn't a dream, because dreams wouldn't let him remember so clearly. He could recall every single moment that had happened.,Jiang Zhihao saw the frail frame, and also the old clothes that he didn't know where they were picked up from.,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.。