Zoe looked at him dully.

She blurted out the words as she was angry, but she didn't expect that he would take it so seriously.

Feeling the pain from her chin, Zoe let out a light groan and said unhappily, "What are you doing? It hurts."

"Answer my question."

The man's tone of voice was overbearing and cold lights flashed across his eyes.

Zoe was a bit scared by his stare.

She knitted her brows, "What do you want me to answer?"

"Who am I?"

Zoe was speechless.

Was he mentally handicapped? Why ...