Lin Qian didn't speak, his brows furrowed tightly. The little girl in front looked too young. Nuannuan was seven, but she shouldn't be this frail.
But looking at her, Lin Qian had an indescribable strange feeling.
Ouyang Hao reached out, wanting to pull the little girl in front of him out.
Before his hand could touch her, the little girl shrank back very cautiously, her sense of vigilance extremely strong.
Lin Qian tightly pressed his lips together, even though in the beginning, he didn't want to keep this child.
But after a long time in his womb, feeling the fetal movement, he couldn't harden his heart.
"It's her, verify her first."
Here, before they become successful real assassins, they only have a number, not a name.
Zhuo Ying glanced over, "Number Nine, let's go."
The little girl known as Number Nine heard Zhuo Ying's words and slowly followed him out.
Now, since the Zhuo Family took over, the practice of training children like this has been abolished.
