"Professor He, you teach law. You must know more about personal freedom than I do."
Huo Shaoheng folded his hands behind his back, his tone steady and without inflection or emotion. His gaze fell on Gu Nianzhi, who was sleeping in the infirmary, a hint of regret and pain flashing in the depths of his eyes.
He Zhichu put his hands in his trouser pockets, the corners of his mouth twitching to reveal a wry smile. "Personal freedom? Mr. Huo, I still haven't pursued the fact that you've confined Nianzhi for the past seven years. Are you really going to talk to me about personal freedom right now?"
"We confined Nianzhi?" Professor He, don't you think there are issues with your verbiage?" Huo Shaoheng looked back to regard He Zhichu coolly. " Professor He, you aren't related to Nianzhi at all. From what position are you saying these things? At least I'm her guardian."
