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.,Decades ago, the fire took his wife. It was the most painful thing that had ever happened to him. No matter how hard he worked or how much money he made, he couldn't fill the void in his heart.,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..."。