When Xiao Sichen dodged, the Xiao family elders were even more enraged.
Xiao patriarch found the baseball bat again, held it high, and roared uncontrollably, "Xiao Sichen, I didn't raise you to lay hands on a woman! Besides, she has borne you two children!"
"So what?" Xiao Sichen stared at his father, a trace of arrogance surfacing in his usually calm eyes, his thin lips parted, "If anyone makes my daughter suffer, that kick was mild!"
This implied that he would treat Tang Siqi in an even crueler manner.
At this moment, Tang Siqi's heart skipped a beat, a trace of jealousy and dissatisfaction flashed in her eyes.
She was curious if Xiao Sichen would act the same if it were Ye Ranran.
"What kind of nonsense are you talking! How did she make Yaoyao suffer? It was clearly Yaoyao who hurt her with scissors. You've spoiled that child so much that she's even capable of matricide!" Xiao patriarch was so furious that he lost all reason.