First Era, Dragon Lo

His gaze slowly shifted to the door panel, Jiang Zhihao trembling slightly as he twisted the key.,In Zhong Jiawei's pocket, there was a newly bought lighter. Gasoline had been prepared at noon and placed in the kitchen cabinet.,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.。