As he died, he saw himself lying on the sickbed and his weeping descendants. Then time rewound ceaselessly until he stood once more before that door.,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...",But Jiang Zhihao had never resented Zhong Jiawei, because Zhong Jiawei also died in the fire.。