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.,Jiang Zhihao saw the frail frame, and also the old clothes that he didn't know where they were picked up from.,"Really" Lingling's eyes lit up, then she seemed to remember something and frowned. "But... we don't have any money. We don't want Dad and Mom to fight."。