With a cup heavily striking Qin Qingnan, Mother Qin screamed hysterically, "Get out, Qin Qingnan, get out! I have no son like you; I'll just assume you're dead!"
Qin Qingnan sat on the sofa without responding immediately. In truth, he was deeply hurt. Even though he understood his mother and had long anticipated her decision, hearing it firsthand, he still couldn't suppress the pain in his heart.
He didn't deny that his mother loved him, but the person she loved most in this life was her own pride and her perceived dignity.
For her pride, for her so-called dignity, she would rather give up her son than take a step back or lower her head.
The living room remained silent for a long while.
So quiet that a pin drop could be heard.
Father Qin sat on the sofa, head down, not speaking.
