First Era, Dragon Lo

His gaze slowly shifted to the door panel, Jiang Zhihao trembling slightly as he twisted the key.,"Really" Lingling's eyes lit up, then she seemed to remember something and frowned. "But... we don't have any money. We don't want Dad and Mom to fight.",In Zhong Jiawei's pocket, there was a newly bought lighter. Gasoline had been prepared at noon and placed in the kitchen cabinet.。