Cold President, Young Wife

"e;Pah!"e; A palm-shaped red mark appeared on Xia Siqi's white face. She raised her head and looked at Xia Siyao without saying a word. Her eyes were filled with tears and something called patience. "e;What is it? "e;You aren't convinced?"e; Xia Shiyao raised her hand and stared at her with a disdainful look in her eyes. "e;Nope."e; She and her mother were both here, so it didn't matter if she was bullied. One day, she would return it all to her, but she didn't want her mother to suffer any grievances.