"It's precisely because we're not a wealthy family that we are even less able to bear such a heavy burden!" Huang's mother stated firmly. "Marriage isn't about equalizing wealth! Son, since childhood, I've always let you have your way, but I can't on this issue. Any girl you pick would be better than Yan Xixi!"
Huang Xiaojue couldn't believe it. "Mom, I'm an adult. I can handle my own affairs."
"What do you know? Right now, you're just bewitched by her looks. Once you marry her, it'll be too late for regrets. Son, a relationship plagued by poverty is a sorrowful one."
Huang Xiaojue kept a straight face and remained silent, reaching out to open the door. As his hand touched the doorknob, he heard his father's stern voice, "Xiaojue, you only come home once a year. Do you really need to be so confrontational with your mother? She's only trying to do what's best for you."
