After Huo Miao’s reputation was ruined, she secluded herself in her villa, rarely venturing out or contacting those former close friends.
Before her identity in relation to Jiang Ning had been exposed, she was not only the Huo Family’s precious daughter in public but also a hot starlet in the entertainment circle, and with Mu Mingxuan as her fiancé, her career and love life were both blooming, making others green with envy.
Now, everyone knew that her identity as the Huo Family’s precious daughter was false, her reputation in the entertainment circle had crumbled to ruins, and the Mu Family had also called off the engagement with the Huo’s.
Huo Miao felt she had become a walking joke. Not only did those plastic friends message her to mock, but even when she went out, she’d be recognized and people would whisper.
Therefore, Huo Miao dared not venture out much anymore. If it weren’t for Huo Song just sending her a message, demanding that she personally deliver the documents, Huo Miao would have been even more reluctant to leave her house.
As for the documents in her hand, they were laughable, just a few blank sheets she had grabbed from Huo Song’s study.
Huo Miao drove to the Huo Corporation building and walked out wearing a mask.
Huo Miao used to visit the company frequently to see Father Huo and her brothers, and as a popular star, the receptionists all recognized her.
But, where she used to enter with her head held high and an air of arrogance, she now entered like a rat crossing the street, wearing a mask and keeping a low profile, afraid of encountering strange looks.
Huo Miao took the elevator, making her familiar way to Huo Song’s office.
She knocked and immediately heard Huo Song’s deep voice from within, "Come in."
Huo Miao took a deep breath and stepped inside.
In the luxurious yet minimalist office, Huo Song was the only one present. As Huo Miao entered, his gaze fixed on her like a fierce beast in the shadows, intently watching the prey that had just appeared.
Huo Miao’s steps stalled, her fingers tightening around the folder, "Dad, I’ve brought the documents."
Huo Song stared at Huo Miao, his face authoritative and his tone carrying the weight of superiority, "Bring them here."
Huo Miao’s grip on the doorknob loosened, she shut the office door behind her, and then step by step, made her way towards Huo Song.
Though the office was spacious, it felt oppressively small to Huo Miao, making it hard for her to breathe.
Particularly under Huo Song’s intense and piercing gaze, Huo Miao found it difficult to move.
She approached Huo Song slowly, like a snail with a hunched back.
Huo Song watched her, not rushing her despite her slow pace, instead, a flame of other emotions was kindling in his eyes.
Neither spoke, and the atmosphere was eerily quiet.
Not until Huo Miao was in front of Huo Song, did she lower her eyes and extend the documents in her hand, breaking the silence, "Dad, the documents."
Huo Song reached out, but instead of taking the documents, he bypassed them, seizing Huo Miao’s delicate wrist and with a gentle tug, pulled her close.
Huo Miao’s heart pounded, and she forbore from crying out.
Then, she felt her chin being gripped forcefully. As Huo Song stared at the tender face before him and thought of the Huo Family’s recent misfortunes, anger smoldered in the depths of his eyes.
The force on Huo Miao’s chin did not wane, and it hurt so much she was close to tears.
"Dad, lighter..." Huo Miao’s eyes brimming with tears, her body trembling.
Huo Song was unmoved, only letting go after her smooth chin showed a bruise. But before Huo Miao could catch her breath, Huo Song suddenly yanked her hair down and pushed on her shoulder, forcing Huo Miao to kneel before him.