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Back at Zhan Clan, Zhan Ziye lazily leaned against the bed. The sunlight from outside the window shone through the curtains, but he didn't have the slightest impulse to get up. After being locked in the house for nearly a week, all of the energy in his body had long since vanished into thin air.

"Young master, it's time for breakfast." Outside Zhan Ziye's bedroom door, the butler was holding a simple breakfast in one hand and knocking on the door with the other. Seeing that the person inside did not have any reaction, he took out the key given by the old master, opened the door, and placed the breakfast on the bedside table.

"Yes, put it there." At this moment, Zhan Ziye didn't want to see anyone from the Zhan Clan at all. He narrowed his eyes, stretched out his hand from under the blanket and casually pointed to a spot. He didn't have much appetite for the past few days. He only had the heart to go out for a moment.

The housekeeper glanced at Zhan Ziye, who had changed the blanket in one hand, and sighed helplessly in his heart. He opened his mouth, but did not know how to persuade her. He could only leave the room with the key.

In the living room of Zhan Clan, just as she went downstairs, she bumped into her battle father who was about to go upstairs to his study to retrieve his stuff. He raised his head and glanced in the direction of Zhan Ziye's bedroom, just in time to meet the steward's helpless and sad gaze. She unhappily frowned and stretched out her hand to block his path. She unhappily asked: "When do you plan on letting my son out?"

Zhan Ziye's decision to be locked in his bedroom was made by his mother. She didn't want her father to use family law, so she had no choice but to use this method to protect him. In this period of time, even her feelings towards her father had turned colder, as if she would ignore him if he didn't let go of her son.

His father, who had been stopped, was also very helpless. On his face, however, he looked calm and composed, without a single word being spoken. His gaze consciously swept over Zhan Ziye's room, but he did not want to respond to his mother's words.

In this period of time, Battle Son Ye had been locked up. He was fine now, but War Father had his own matters to attend to. Facing his wife's cold expression, his heart trembled and panicked. However, he didn't want to give in and wanted to teach Zhan Ziye a lesson.

"I'm going to the study to get a document. What can I do for you?" Battle Father slightly lowered his head and used this reasonable excuse to push away her hand. He then instinctively walked upstairs quickly, as if there was something urgent.

The Battle Mother looked at her War Father's back and secretly gritted her teeth. He was extremely dissatisfied, but he could not not ignore the bigger picture. Ye Ci retracted her hand in embarrassment and pretended to be calm. The dignified aura she had gotten from her body had long since covered up her other aura.

I won't let you go to bed tonight!

She silently pondered this in her mind, then coldly snorted as she walked down the stairs and stood in front of the potted plant that she had prepared yesterday. Picking up the scissors at the side, the anger in her heart made her unable to calm down as she angrily cut off the branch.

The battle father who had received the documents from the study and was walking down the stairs did not notice the existence of his Battle Mother. He let out a sigh of relief, and at the same time, restrained his heart that was as painful as a thief. As he walked into the garden, he saw his Battle Mother cutting off the branches. He became flustered and felt a cold chill down his neck. He subconsciously quickened his pace and lightened his pace, as if he was escaping from the place.

Inside the Zhan Clan group's meeting room, his father walked into the meeting room on time with a document in his hand. At the beginning of the meeting, he clasped his hands on the table in front of the house. His face was calm and his eyes could not show any emotions.

However, at this moment, his father's thoughts were in a flurry as to how to please his mother. He was not in the mood to pay attention to the words of the other supervisors and was also considering whether he should release Zhan Ziye or not.

"Chief Zhan, what do you think of this suggestion?" A supervisor stood in the meeting room and explained how they had created an estate. After pouring out his words, he looked at his battle father, who was frowning in contemplation. He mistakenly thought that the man was not satisfied with what he had said. His heart was trembling, but he could not help but ask.

When his battle father's thoughts were interrupted and he met the gaze of the middle-aged man, he chose to remain silent. He did not express his stance because he did not hear a single word spoken by the middle-aged man. He looked at the secretary, who was recording the meeting proceedings, glanced at it and then said, "I have to think about it."

After what had just happened, his father stopped his train of thought and listened attentively to the details of the meeting. It was only at the end of the meeting that he suddenly felt a sense of relief.

At night, War Father returned home after settling the company's affairs. Seeing that his Battle Mother was in the dining room and had just finished her dinner, a strange feeling rose in his heart.

"If you don't release my son, then you can eat wherever you want from now on!" The Battle Mother picked up a tissue and wiped the soup off the corner of her lips. She looked at the Battle Father who was standing on the spot and casually threw him into the trash can. She gave the housekeeper a look and told him to keep the plate.

This sudden action caught Battle Father off guard. He helplessly sighed in his heart, but was unable to refute anything. Two streams of hot tears remained on his face as he unwillingly walked upstairs to the study room.

The next day, while his Battle Father was still awake, he sneakily walked up to Zhan Ziye's room. His stomach, which he had starved for an entire night, caused the hand holding the key to tremble. He pretended to be calm as he unlocked the door.

Battle Father pushed open the door and entered, just in time to see Zhan Ziye eating a sumptuous meal. His heart was very unbalanced, and he had already suppressed his anger to once again surge upwards. He clenched his hands into fists and turned away from Zhan Ziye, saying coldly, "From tomorrow on, you will work for me at the company!"

His tone was one where no one could refuse, and he threw Zhan Ziye's phone onto his soft bed. He didn't want to see how Zhan Ziye looked like a piece of dirt that couldn't support a wall, so with a wave of his hand, he left the place.

Zhan Ziye, who had long since sensed his War Father's awakening, selectively ignored his arrival. He pretended to enjoy his father's natural behavior and enjoyed himself beyond compare. Hearing his battle father's unyielding tone, it was understood that he could finally free himself from the small dark room.

When the Battle Mother and the butler, who had been hiding outside Zhan Ziye's door, saw this scene, the two of them drew back their heads and carefully clapped together. The two of them had excited smiles on their faces to prevent their movements from being discovered by the Battle Father. The two of them put their index fingers on their lips at the same time and pretended to lower their voices. When the two of them calmed down, the Battle Mother gave the housekeeper a look, indicating for him to give the old master something to eat.

"I'll go now." Having been a housekeeper for so many years, he naturally understood the meaning behind his words and quietly agreed. He watched as his father walked into the study before stepping out of the corner and heading downstairs. After heating up the dinner in the pot, he brought it into the study for War Father to taste.