Song Yan said this not only to his father but also to his mother. "Mom and Dad, if you can't make your own decisions, I won't be able to eat when I go back to my parents' house. My younger brother or sister will end up like I did when I was little, living that kind of life."

I have the right to dispose of the money and belongings in my home at any time.

"So you see, I can buy you apples to eat now." As he spoke, Song Yan stuffed an apple into Song's mother's hand.

Mr. and Mrs. Song nodded vigorously. Grandma Song would be back soon; she must have had a hard time outside. Who knew what kind of crazy tantrum she might throw when she got back? They hoped Mr. Song wouldn't make a rash decision and agree to anything.

"It's all because your parents are useless. At such an old age, they still cause their daughter worry." There was self-blame in Song's eyes.

Song Yan: "Mom, that old lady is coming back. After she comes back, Dad won't be able to give her as much money as he has." Song's father had just taken out fifteen yuan from his pocket. Song's father had gotten a raise, now earning 32 yuan a month. He had almost half a month's salary in his pocket.

Song's father nodded: "Xiaoyan is right! I won't take any more money from now on." His mother might just take it from her own pocket.

Song Yan was a little angry. Couldn't her father say, "Even if I have money in my pocket, she can't take it out?"

Song Yan: "Dad, I don't want my mom and my brother or sister to live the life I used to live."

I'm all grown up now. If you can't protect your wife and children, I'll take them with me.

I have the ability to support them.

Song Yan's eyes were dark and deep, clear and calm.