Zheng Xin shook her head gently and said, "Do you think he will come to see me with his true face? I'm just a chess piece that will be abandoned after being used."
Zheng Xin, who was originally enjoying the treatment of a princess, had yet to recover from the treatment of being used and abandoned. She looked lonely and sad.
Shi Man frowned and asked unhappily, "Then you can at least provide some useful clues, right? Otherwise, the police won't let you off."
Zheng Xin sniffed aggrievedly. Thinking of the situation that day when that person barged into her room, she frowned in distress. After thinking for a long time, she squeezed out, "He's a man."
Shi Man rolled her eyes speechlessly. She put down her crossed legs and stood up to leave.
Zheng Xin hurriedly stopped him and racked her brains to recall carefully. "He was wearing a mask. He should be young and has a good figure. He's very muscular."
Shi Man's cold gaze swept toward her.