"There are no listening devices in the room now, so you can speak freely and boldly."
The girl hesitated and shook her head: "I... I don't know."
Zheng Qing stared intently at her: "Are you really suffering from memory loss?"
The girl nodded with a wronged expression: "I can't remember anything, but I don't want to stay here. Master, please take me away from here. I will repay your kindness by working like a horse and ox in the future."
As the words fell, a string of crystal-clear tears slid down her fair cheeks, evoking pity.
"Do you not even remember your own name?" Zheng Qing probed further.
Thinking of something, the girl immediately knelt on the ground, "You are a kind person, master. I beg you to save my friend. They are almost beaten to death."
"Xiao Dong?" Zheng Qing's eyes darkened suddenly.
The girl nodded vigorously: "He... He is locked in the utility room in the backyard. He is almost killed by Aunt Hong trying to save me."
