To respond to my dad's email, I sent him a book, translated from "Do Not Marry Before Age 30" written by Joy Chen, the former deputy mayor of San Francisco.
Instead of going home that year, I decided to go to New York City during the Chinese New Year holiday.
If I got a score of 95, my dad would ask why I did not get 97.
If I got 97, he would ask me why could I not get 100.
He was proud that I had studied in Australia, but he said my mind was seriously impacted by "western poisoned spirit".
My democratic spirit was regarded by him as "dangerous" ideas that could harm China and its socialist system. My dad, now 62, worships Chairman Mao as many people around his age do.
It leads to endless arguments and struggles with my parents.
My father met my mother on a blind date, which I bet no young Chinese would agree to now.
I guess it is painful to hear criticisms of what he fought for his whole life, but I know he was listening even if he didn't agree with me.
Most Chinese either have a tiger mother or a tiger father.
Unlike my parents who starved in the Big Famine of the 1950s and went through the Cultural Revolution of 1966-1976, my generation was born after the 1980s when China started to implement the open door policy.
We grew up with Mc Donald's, Coca-Cola and songs from Michael Jackson, not Mao suits and a personality cult.
Since then, I have looked for any excuse to run away from every Chinese New Year holiday because I could not stand my relatives' repeated interrogation regarding my personal life along with my parents' disappointments.