Samara had known Gisselle for so many years, and she could tell if Gisselle had done something wrong with guilt with just a glance.
Gisselle's words were stuck in her throat, and she must have done something wrong.
Samara snorted. "Why are you so hesitant? Since I am in a good mood right now, you should confess."
Gisselle tried to change the topic. "Samara, what are you happy about today? Don't you want to share it with me?"
"Nothing. I just taught someone a lesson."
As Samara spoke, she glanced at Gisselle with a smile. "Are you really not going to confess?"
Gisselle couldn't stand Samara's gaze. It seemed as if Samara could see Gisselle through.
When Samara looked at her like this, Gisselle immediately became terrified. "I'll tell you the truth. Are you really not going to hit me?"
Samara was so angry that she laughed. "If you don't tell me the truth, I might hit you. Tell me."