His gaze slowly shifted to the door panel, Jiang Zhihao trembling slightly as he twisted the key.,Back then, I spent my days aimlessly, addicted to alcohol and gambling. When I lost, I'd ask my wife for money. If I had no money, I'd get drunk and smash things.,Jiang Zhihao walked over slowly, standing before Zhong Jiawei. Looking at his living wife again made him want to hug Zhong Jiawei and tell her how much he missed her.。