The complexion that should have been rosy is now pale. To put it nicely, her skin is fair; to put it harshly, she's malnourished.,As he listened, Jiang Zhihao's tears flowed even faster.,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.。