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.,Lingling tilted her little head to look at him. After a few seconds, she kissed his face forcefully and giggled, "Then daddy is the good child, you know!",In Zhong Jiawei's pocket, there was a newly bought lighter. Gasoline had been prepared at noon and placed in the kitchen cabinet.。