With a snap, the whip was struck down, yet Gui Lan remained stoic.
After all, that lash was too light.
"Can't bring yourself to do it?" Gu Beicheng's face darkened.
Xia Yinian exhaled deeply, turned her head to look at him: "Is what we're doing now considered vigilantism?"
She didn't harbor any less animosity toward Gui Lan. Just thinking about those desperate girls in the secret room made her want to whip Gui Lan's flesh into shreds.
But, there are other solutions to some issues.
"Uncle, why don't we... hand her over to the police?"
Gui Lan had committed countless wrongdoings, and they at Joyful Forest had always been making ill-gotten gains. Handing her over, those people would surely know how to punish her.
Good and evil will ultimately be repaid; the law will ensure she tastes the bitter fruits of her actions.
Gu Beicheng suddenly curved his thin lips, walked beside her, and pressed a kiss on her forehead.
