Ye Ranran's words suddenly pulled everyone back from their shock, and all eyes were fixed on them.
"Ranran, please... don't take my daughter away from me, okay? You already have Ah Chen…" Tang Siqi cried even more miserably, tears streaming down her face in torrents.
"Ye Ranran, don't fight with Siqi!" Mr. Xiao sternly rebuked.
His granddaughter could speak now, and he had to snatch her back; otherwise, what if she completely turned bad from living with someone else?
However, Ye Ranran ignored Mr. Xiao's words. She gently supported the little girl's waist, her gaze coldly fixed on Tang Siqi, her tone icy and threatening.
"Tang Siqi, give Yaoyao to me!"
For some reason, facing such a harsh Ye Ranran, Tang Siqi felt a trace of fear.
She was used to Ye Ranran's gentleness and had never seen her so fierce.
It was as if she had transformed into a different person, like a demon.
Tang Siqi pursed her lips, lost in thought.