After the Ghost Knife left, Lily secretly heaved a sigh of relief.
When facing him, she was afraid that any slip-up would give her away.
She touched her palm and involuntarily noticed a bout of cold sweat.
Every time she saw Ghost Knife, Lily felt as if she were still in the assassin organization, controlled like a puppet.
She touched the back of her ear, where the chip had already been removed.
She was free; she no longer had to worry about being like a ticking time bomb by Zuo Mufeng's side.
She was not Lily from the assassin organization; she was Tang Han.
Yes, she was Tang Han; she had a lover, she had family, and she was not a cold-blooded killing machine.
Tang Han took a deep breath, first returning to the Zhuo Family, then stealthily proceeded to Zhuo Group Hospital.
When she arrived at the hospital and saw Zuo Mufeng, she couldn't help but embrace him tightly.
Zuo Mufeng gently patted her back, "Don't be afraid, did Ghost Knife come looking for you?"
"Mhm..."
