He Yirong's study was classically styled, quite spacious, and the windows were too high, making it impossible to climb out of them.
The door to the study was custom-made, and he estimated that he could not break it open by himself.
Since He Yirong intended to confine him inside, he had probably anticipated all of this.
He Jingyao pondered for a while and couldn't help but laugh.
This situation, no matter how one looked at it, was somewhat… absurd.
He thought for a moment, walked over to the study door, and knocked, "Father, let me out and we can discuss this slowly."
He Yirong raised his voice, "I don't trust you!"
"If that's the case, even if I agree to your terms, you still wouldn't trust me," He Jingyao said calmly. "Do you plan to keep me confined for life?"
"Just stay inside for now!" He Yirong wasn't falling for his tricks.
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