Chapter 265 You Are Not His Biological Child

As Zhao Yan finished setting up, the barrage of comments exploded.

The screen was filled with comments.

The five franchisees in the screen in the lower right corner were also watching Zhao Yan's live stream on their phones.

They knew Zhao Yan had some reputation in the Xuanmen, but they didn't know she had so many fans online.

Some fans with millions of followers didn't have as many online viewers as Zhao Yan.

The Xuanmen Taoist groups were all sharing Zhao Yan's live stream room number, 66666.

Many Xuanmen Taoists were flocking into Zhao Yan's live stream room.

Currently, the most popular young Taoist was undoubtedly Zhao Yan.

Good-looking, skilled.

Most importantly, good-looking.

Some older Taoists also entered Zhao Yan's live stream room.

They wanted to see what abilities Zhao Yan, whom the young people praised so highly, actually possessed.

The online viewership stopped at seventy thousand.

Zhao Yan knew that seventy thousand was likely the peak.

Zhao Yan glanced at the screen and said, "Alright, congratulations to this netizen, 'Li Bai Chao Xiu'."

Zhao Yan passed the microphone to him.

When the microphone was passed, it became clear that this lucky winner was also a streamer for Honor of Kings.

On the camera side, a young man in his twenties looked at Zhao Yan, appearing very shy.

"Hello, Master Zhao, I've watched your streams before. I'm sorry, I'm a bit nervous," the netizen 'Li Bai Chao Xiu' said.

Zhao Yan hummed, "Hello."

"He should be called 'Thick-skinned Chao Xiu'. You haven't even followed Master Zhao, and you have the nerve to call yourself a fan of Master Zhao!"

"Exactly, this person is clearly here to attract traffic. His online viewership was only two hundred just now, and after successfully connecting, it jumped to over five thousand."

"Damn it! Disconnect! Leave us true fans!"

Zhao Yan coughed and said, "We in the Taoist sect value destiny. Perhaps this friend has destiny with this connection."

"Besides, we have several more opportunities, not just this one."

"Thank you for the three planes from '[Xiang Chuan Zhao Da Shi Nei Ku]', thank you for wanting to wear Master Zhao's underwear."

"Thank you for the big rocket from '[Xiang Zuo Zhao Da Shi De Nan Ren]', thank you, man."

Zhao Yan read out the IDs of those sending gifts with a calm expression. Various kinds of IDs emerged one after another.

Zhao Yan asked Wu Jiaxin to record all these IDs and thank them properly after the live stream ended.

After all, it would be impolite to keep the connected person waiting.

"You understand what my business is, right?" Zhao Yan said seriously.

The streamer 'Li Bai Chao Xiu' gave Zhao Yan an awkward smile.

He saw that Zhao Yan's live stream had a high number of viewers and wanted to give it a try. If he could gain some popularity, that would be even better.

He had no idea what business Zhao Yan was talking about.

Zhao Yan was not angry about this and explained, "My business is physiognomy."

As she spoke, Zhao Yan looked at the man next to the male streamer.

The man next to the male streamer was over fifty years old.

"Who is he?" Zhao Yan asked, looking at his physiognomy.

"He's my dad. My dad was curious about what live streaming was, so he sat next to me to watch," the male streamer said.

"Okay, the lighting in your seating position is too dim. Can you move closer so I can see?" Zhao Yan said.

The male streamer pulled his stool closer, and the man beside him also moved closer.

Zhao Yan stared intently at the male streamer's physiognomy, then looked at the man next to him.

The male streamer had never watched Zhao Yan's live stream, nor had he followed her.

The moment Zhao Yan stared at him, he couldn't help but feel nervous, like a child who had made a mistake.

His father was the same. He was fifty-two years old now. Logically, he had met all sorts of people and had been stared at by many, but the moment Zhao Yan's gaze fell upon him, he felt a chill all over his body, an uncomfortable feeling.

It felt as if the stool he was sitting on had nails, making him very uncomfortable.

He fidgeted like a caterpillar, twisting and turning.

Zhao Yan picked up the notebook on the table and began to record.

The more she recorded, the more Zhao Yan's brows furrowed. httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět

Her furrowed brows only made the fans more agitated.

As old fans, they were all too familiar with this furrowed brow.

The familiar feeling instantly hit them, and the screen was filled with anticipation for a good show.

After a few minutes, Zhao Yan capped her pen and said, "I have seen your physiognomy clearly."

"Let me start with your father. There is a black spot on his chin, and the blemishes on his face appeared at the age of thirty-seven."

"This means your father had you at thirty-seven."

Upon hearing this, the male streamer immediately clapped his hands and praised, "You are amazing, Master Zhao. I was indeed born when my dad was thirty-seven."

Zhao Yan shook her head, "You misunderstood my meaning. I said your father had you at 37, not that you were born when he was thirty-seven."

The male streamer looked at Zhao Yan in confusion.

Zhao Yan said, "Judging by your physiognomy, your actual age should be 26."

The male streamer shook his head, "That's not right. When my dad was 37, it was when I was born. My dad is now 57, and I am only 24. How can I be 2 years older?"

Saying that, the male streamer rummaged through a drawer and found his ID card. He covered the ID number, leaving only the birth date: "Look."

"He is not your father," Zhao Yan said.

Upon hearing Zhao Yan's words, the male streamer's father's expression instantly froze.

"What nonsense are you talking about? How is he not my son? Son, don't listen to her. This person has no skills. She even got your birth year and date wrong."

Saying that, the male streamer's father reached out his hand, intending to turn off the live stream.

The male streamer was startled and nervously shielded the live stream switch.

He knew his father too well. He always appeared calm when facing many things. He didn't even panic when he was scammed out of seventy to eighty thousand yuan, but now he was panicking so much.

"Dad, don't move," the male streamer said, quickly shielding the live stream.

Zhao Yan said, "Before the age of thirty-seven, your father was a human trafficker. You were kidnapped by him. After kidnapping you, he retired from the criminal world."

"His physiognomy has a criminal mole. At the age of thirty-seven, this mole began to fade. If you don't believe me, you can take your father for a paternity test."

After Zhao Yan finished speaking, the male streamer's father pointed at Zhao Yan, "You are talking nonsense. You are slandering my reputation. Apologize and clarify immediately, or I will make you regret it."

Zhao Yan acted as if she hadn't heard him. Such threats meant nothing to her.

A netizen, '[Xiao Yu Ai Chi Xia Mi]', sent a barrage of comments: "Holy crap!!! Don't say it, the male streamer really looks like my eldest uncle. My eldest uncle's eldest son went missing at 17, and they are still desperately searching for him."

"Netizen, what are you waiting for? Quickly notify your eldest uncle to come to the live stream and recognize him!"