In the interrogation room, the young girl sat alone on the chair in the middle with disheveled hair. Her wrists were handcuffed by the police, and the blood on the collar of her clothes had dried. The bandage around her neck added a fragile dimension to her beauty.
The strong light on the table was facing away from the girl, as if someone had deliberately fiddled with it to prevent the girl who had not seen the sun for a few days from feeling that the strong light was dazzling.
Shi Man sat on the chair in front of the table and suddenly remembered the last time she came to the interrogation room to torture the chauffeur. However, this move clearly could not be used on Zheng Xin. Otherwise, she would not have gone through so much trouble.
