"Yichen, stop right there! Such a woman is not worth it!" Mr. An's stern voice commanded.
An Yichen turned around, his eyes filled with pain, "Dad, Mom, why do you have to hurt Xiaozhi like this? She is trying so hard to be liked by you. Even if you don't like her, there's no need to hurt her with your words. Do you know that while you are hurting her, you are also hurting me?"
Mrs. An's expression shifted slightly, "Yichen, we are doing this for your own good. We don't want to see you get in too deep."
An Yichen shook his head, a bitter smile on his lips, "You are not doing this for me; you are doing it for yourselves. Everything you've done since I was young has been for your own benefit! In your eyes, I, your son, am not important at all!"
Having said that, An Yichen didn't look back as he ran out of the gate, chasing after Chen Zhi's footsteps.
"Yichen!" Mrs. An staggered backward, clutching her chest, her face a picture of heartbreak.
