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.,Back then, I spent my days aimlessly, addicted to alcohol and gambling. When I lost, I'd ask my wife for money. If I had no money, I'd get drunk and smash things.,Hearing his son's sweet voice, Jiang Zhihao wiped the tears from his face and picked him up, saying, "Dad will work hard to make money. Tomorrow, I'll take you to kindergarten, okay"。