Huang's mother chased after him, shouting angrily, "Xiaojue, if you leave today, you're no longer my son."
Huang Xiaojue turned back to look at his mother, without uttering a single word.
His mother didn't back down. "My son, I've always gone along with whatever you wanted since you were little, but not this time. If you want to marry Yan Xixi, it'll have to be over my dead body."
Father Huang saw his son's unusually exhausted expression and spoke sternly, "Old woman, what nonsense are you spouting now? Our son knows how to handle his own affairs."
Huang Xiaojue stood still, watching his parents. Suddenly, they felt alien to him. He had always believed that his parents loved him above all else, that even their stubbornness was for his own good. But now, a sense of unprecedented resentment rose from the bottom of his heart. However, he didn't say anything. He just strode out the door.
