Dad said in an annoyed fashion, "A celebrity's mother has such qualities? What would others think if they knew? Our son has done us proud, but you should also think of how you should do him proud."
His mother said in a flustered tone, "Son, did Mom make you lose face? Tell us!"
What could Zhang Ye say? He could only cough and say, "No."
"See what our son says!" His mother stared at his father, "I'm shaming our son? You are the one who's throwing away his face. Always wearing that sort of clothing and never changing your style. Little Ye is now doing well and earning big bucks. He's given us enough and you don't even want to buy new clothes? You are like a country bumpkin!"
Dad stared back, "My shirts are all handmade. Look at the quality, it's so good. They don't need changing even after so many years too, how is it old fashioned?"
Mom pouted, "Let your son decide, I can't be bothered about you."
The old couple began squabbling and Zhang Ye was at a loss of whether to laugh or cry. He did not want to get himself involved, so he slowly walked back into his room and lay on his bed waiting for dinner.
After dinner.
His parents were back to how they were before. They started talking about his marriage.
"Old Zhang, what kind of girl do you think we should look for our Little Ye?"
"It's up to him. As long as he likes her, I have no opinion.