Mo Shixuan stood there in a daze, her mouth agape, completely unable to speak.
Kidnapped? Murder?
How could that be? She had indeed done many bad things, but she had never done anything like this.
Mo Shixuan saw that there were two more people behind them. They were dressed in police uniforms, and the metal epaulets on their shoulders shone under the sunlight, making her eyes sting.
" What did you say? " she asked in a daze.
The man standing on the left in front of Mo Shixuan had short hair that tested his facial features. He was handsome and his skin was a healthy wheat color. He exuded a masculine aura and his eyes were as bright as torches. He was a handsome face in traditional China aesthetics.
