"I sincerely advise you," He Jingyao played with a wooden carving on the desk, "since you think my decision-making is flawed, then submit it to the board and have me removed from my position... That's the proper course, not keeping me locked in your study."
By the last sentence, He Jingyao's voice had sunk.
"You little brat..." He Yirong cursed sullenly, "As long as you back off and promise not to get involved with Duke Leslie's daughter again, I can make President Zhuo believe in the He Family's sincerity."
He Jingyao's hand suddenly paused: "You know she is Zhixi."
"Yes, but she's no longer your wife," He Yirong said calmly, "You don't only have her and Ye Shutong as options. If you don't like Ye Shutong, that's fine, but there are so many women in the world, there must be someone you'll like, she isn't your only option. If you have any sense left, you shouldn't risk the entire future of the He Family for her!"
He Jingyao gave a cold laugh and forcefully hung up the phone.
