Mu Shuang didn't speak, waiting for the next part.
"Just now, were the patterns on the two enamel cups the same?"
"Hmm?" Mu Shuang was stunned, then gently shook her head.
"Were they different, or you just don't know?"
"I don't know."
"Then do you understand how I can tell?"
Cheng Ye shook his head and laughed, "I originally thought you had systematically learned lurking, disguise, reconnaissance. Now it seems you should be at intermediate level."
"You..." Mu Shuang immediately widened her eyes.
When interrogating Jiang Chuan, at least they followed the rules by asking name and age. Why did it turn into Cheng Ye unilaterally testing and striking her?
Which prisoner would care about whether the pattern on the enamel cup handed to them changed?
Yet the next second, her face suddenly stiffened.
"July 27th, 3:41 PM, that's when we first met."
