Xue Yue retorted sarcastically, "Why can't I fight back? Are you the only one allowed to hit people? What proof do you have that I told the teacher? Besides, who would even care about your sordid little affair?"
Song Wenli glared at Xue Yue angrily. "Your husband just sells clothes at a street stall. What gives you the right to act so high and mighty?"
Xue Yue sneered. "My husband sells clothes at a stall. So what? I might not be high and mighty, but I'm still better than you. At least I know the meaning of decency and wouldn't be seeing someone else while I have a husband and child back home."
Seeing the disdain in her classmates' eyes, Song Wenli flew into a rage and tried to hit Xue Yue again, but a large hand caught her arm.
Xue Yue turned to see it was Wei Yuyang.
He had stood up and grabbed Song Wenli's arm, which he then forcefully threw aside.
