First Era, Dragon Lo

Standing under the dilapidated low eaves, behind him was the setting sun, its twilight casting across his surroundings. Jiang Zhihao felt as if he had just woken from a dream.,Tears streamed down his face, the man who had created so many business miracles in the future held his son close, whispering softly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry...",His words were unrestrained, causing Jiang Zhihao to instantly recall the sentence that had stayed with him for a lifetime.。