The classroom erupted in laughter.
Xu Yue's eyes were red from anger and embarrassment.
"Song Yaoyao, what do you mean by that? Who's the mistress? Explain yourself!"
She rushed over and grabbed onto Song Yaoyao's wrist to question her.
"Tsk..."
Song Yaoyao was curious as she glanced over with her dark eyes. "We all know the truth. There's no need to criticize your mother in public. She gave birth to you, after all. A person should know how to be grateful."
She smiled sweetly as two dimples appeared on her cheeks.
"Song Yaoyao, you b*tch! I'm going to kill you!" Xu Yue's eyes turned red as she swung her hand angrily toward Song Yaoyao.
Pak—
Song Yaoyao caught her hand easily, lowered her gaze, and threw a slap back at her.
