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.,At this moment, the door creaked open. Jiang Zhihao turned around and upon seeing who it was, he couldn't help but...,Long ago, the two had already slept in separate rooms. Jiang Zhihao would come home drunk every day, reeking of alcohol, and he liked to get into drunken fights. Zhong Jiawei didn't want to disturb the child.。