"Ye Haofan, what do you mean? What gives you the right to forbid me from going out?"
Ever since she reviewed Shen Mosheng's file, Han Yingying realized she was under "house arrest." No matter where she went, someone followed her, and she couldn't even go near the door without being forcibly carried back.
"Dangerous."
"That's my business."
"Oh," Ye Haofan responded indifferently, "Forbidding you from going out is my business."
"You..."
"I have other matters to attend to; if you have nothing else, please leave."
"You have no right to imprison me; I have the right to personal freedom." Flames blazed in the depths of her eyes as Han Yingying stared down Ye Haofan, wishing she could burn him to ashes.
"Han Yingying, you are interrupting my work," Ye Haofan still wore his poker face, seemingly clueless about what emotions were, forever concealing his happiness, anger, sorrow, and joy.
"Call off my imprisonment, and I won't disturb you."
