The man laughed coldly, squatted down, and pinched He Miao's chin. He glared at her and said, "You're so ignorant that you don't even know me. Do you still remember the person with the online name Weiwei Yixiao?"
"What?" He Miao furrowed her brows in confusion. She had not expected this person to suddenly mention his online name to her. She shook her head in surprise. "I don't pay attention to the things on the internet, Weiwei... You're a fan of He Wei?"
"Shut up!" The man's eyes widened in hatred and he said angrily, "You're just an illegitimate daughter who can't see the light of day. How dare you call my goddess by her name? Do you deserve to call my goddess by her name? You're not even worthy of carrying her shoes!"
He Miao leaned back slightly on the chair, trying to make herself more comfortable. Then, she panted heavily, closed her eyes, and smiled coldly. "Did she ask you to do this?"