Jiang Zhihao saw the frail frame, and also the old clothes that he didn't know where they were picked up from.,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.,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.。