Han Yifan was not disappointed, nor was he afraid, he nodded, "Dad, don't worry."
He's already thirty years old. If he still needs to rely on his parents to live, if every time something goes wrong he has to turn to his family, it's not that he can't. But if that were the case, he would obediently stay at home. Rights and obligations are equal. He can't see himself as a Westerner when claiming rights and then criticize his parents for being too Eastern when it's time to fulfill his obligations.
One can't have everything they want, it's unfair.
With the conversation reaching this point, Father Han didn't continue to reprimand him. Han Yifan stayed with his parents for another night, and early the next morning, he had breakfast before leaving satisfied. After he drove away, Mother Han stood at the doorstep, watching his car grow more distant, and anxiously said to Father Han, "Are we really not going to intervene?"
Father Han was calm, "Let's wait and see."
