Huang Xiaojue's mother fell silent when she saw her son slumped over the steering wheel, not saying a word.
"Xiaojue…" Huang Xiaojue's father said tentatively, "How about this? We're not far from home. Your mother and I can get out here and walk for a while. You go back and spend time with Xixi."
He didn't speak, just lifted his head and drove home.
When they got out of the car, Huang Xiaojue's mother, still worried, said, "Xiaojue, come up with us."
He said lightly, "You two go on ahead. I want to be alone for a while."
With that, he drove off.
The old couple looked at each other in dismay. Huang Xiaojue's father complained, "Old woman, it's not that I want to criticize you, but on our son's birthday, did you really have to make him so unhappy?"
"It's because I can't stand seeing him pour his heart out to that woman. I just couldn't hold back. Is a ruined woman like her worth all this from him? Really! He'll have plenty to regret later."
