The old door creaked open, and the first thing you saw was Erling lying on the floor, playing with a broken plastic train.,The moment Jiang Zhihao saw his son, tears welled up in his eyes.,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.。