Lily gritted her teeth, "Zuo Mufeng, you'd better pray you don't make it out alive or you'll regret it."
Zuo Mufeng nodded, "Don't worry, I won't give you the chance to escape alive. After you nearly killed An An last time, how could I possibly let you go?"
Lily didn't respond. She naturally wouldn't admit that she was the one who saved the little tyke.
Zuo Mufeng placed a small blue bottle into the safe, then took out a new syringe, drawing the blue liquid into it.
He walked over and set the syringe aside.
He lifted Lily's chin, closely examining her face. How was it made?
Looking at Zuo Mufeng's neck, Lily wanted to bite down hard, to break it.
Her face was like the mask she had ruined earlier, exceptionally crafted with no flaws, convincingly real.
He picked up the syringe, and injected it into Lily's arm.
After a while, her complexion started to change.
