"What is this?" Tang Siqi was slightly flustered, her eyes darting around, afraid to meet Ye Xingchen's gaze.
Ye Xingchen, with his arms folded, chose not to answer.
Tang Siqi pursed her lips, looked at the other little darlings, and slowly picked up her phone.
When she saw the video, her expression changed instantly, her fingers trembling slightly. She said coldly, "Where did you get this from? I didn't do anything, these women are framing me!"
"Just shut up!" Ye Xinghao barked angrily, "Framing? Who do you think you are, that people would queue up to frame you? Take your innocent and naive act elsewhere!
We've already tolerated your acting in front of Mommy, overlooking your little schemes, and now you dare to pressure Uncle Xiao and plot against our mommy, seeking death, aren't you?
If you want to die, just say it, I don't mind obliging!"
After his outburst, Ye Xinghao clenched his little fists and smashed a nearby solid wood chair.