Where Is the Problem

Bai Xiao chuckled, "Alright, Jinlian, stop playing. It's getting late, and everyone is tired. Since we know who sent him, there's no need to keep him."

"Okay, Jinlian will handle it now."

After she finished speaking, Jinlian waved her hand and carried the black-clothed man under his arm, disappearing into the darkness.

Everyone present was dumbstruck, especially Mrs. Yang, Madame Yang, and the others.

In their eyes, Jinlian was just a child that was around Qing'er's age. When interrogating someone, she actually didn't even bat an eye.

And, what did Bai Xiao mean by that?

Mrs. Yang said: "Xiao, what do you want Jinlian to do with the black-clothed man?"

"Nothing, just wanted Jinlian to send him back to his hometown."

After Mrs. Yang heard it, she did not think too deeply. After all, no matter how capable Jinlian was, she was only a child that was around ten years old.