Upon hearing the word "prison," Mother Huang turned pale. "Xiaojue... this... you're not trying to scare us, are you? The Zhou Family is so powerful... Besides, Zhou Ting likes you a lot..."
"Mom, if you want to visit me in prison someday, or hear about my mysterious death or something similar, then continue to indulge Yang Wei and your sister. Otherwise, stop associating with them!"
Mother Huang was in disbelief. After a moment, she faltered, "Xiaojue, is it really that terrifying? We're just trying to do what's best for you..."
Huang Xiaojue had already reached the door. He turned back, his voice surprisingly calm. "Yes, I know you're always looking out for me—so much so that my wife was driven away by it all. Mom, ask yourself honestly: were you doing this for me, or to satisfy your vanity in front of your side of the family?"
He turned and left without saying goodbye to his parents.
Mother Huang ran after him, crying, "Son, son..."
