Feng Yizhou turned on his heel, ignoring the enraged shouts from his father. He had no interest in listening to their outdated views or forcing himself into a mold he had no intention of fitting into. His mother's weak pleas to reconsider barely made him pause.
He had given them a choice. Whether they took it or not was up to them.
{{You shouldn't have spoken to your parents like that Yizhou. But I get where you're coming from so I can't complain.}}
"I don't care, I'm going to marry Qingran, I will, she has to be mine or no one else."
Caocao wanted to say more but decided to keep her mouth shut. It would all depends on Qingran if she could handle Feng Yizhou's possessiveness or not.
Getting to the car, he ran his hand through his hair, he missed Qingran now, he wanted to see her, to touch her, to know that she was there and that she belonged to him.
