"Zhou Jin'an, don't forget, I am your mother! Everything I do is for your own good."
Mrs. Zhou launched into her usual mode of emotional blackmail.
If it had been in the past, Zhou Jin'an would have merely responded with silence. But now, he no longer wanted to be the person who feigned deafness and muteness.
"You are my mother, but you can't make decisions for me. This is my life, and you have no right to interfere."
"You—"
Mrs. Zhou angrily pointed her finger at Zhou Jin'an.
Her son was now completely out of her control.
A subtle panic started to spread in her eyes.
As their eyes met, Zhou Jin'an's were filled with indifferent determination, while in Mrs. Zhou's, besides anger, there rose a hint of fear.
She was proud that her own son had turned out so outstanding, but an outstanding person can also be frightening.