"Daddy, I don't want to go to school. Please don't fight with Mommy, okay" Lingling hugged Jiang Zhihao's head and said.,Many times Jiang Zhihao would think, just how much hatred for himself, and just how desperate one had to be, to choose to end their life in this way.,In Zhong Jiawei's pocket, there was a newly bought lighter. Gasoline had been prepared at noon and placed in the kitchen cabinet.。