Jiang Zhihao saw the frail frame, and also the old clothes that he didn't know where they were picked up from.,In Zhong Jiawei's pocket, there was a newly bought lighter. Gasoline had been prepared at noon and placed in the kitchen cabinet.,In Zhong Jiawei's heart, there wasn't a shred of willingness to believe her husband. She had lost too much, to the point of despair.。