Jiang Zhihao saw the frail frame, and also the old clothes that he didn't know where they were picked up from.,Li-Li didn't know how her father had experienced a full life. She reached out and gently patted Jiang Zhihao's back, her soft voice echoing in the room: "Daddy be good, don't cry oh, Li-Li is here for you.",In Zhong Jiawei's pocket, there was a newly bought lighter. Gasoline had been prepared at noon and placed in the kitchen cabinet.。