But Wu Yuerou was not willing to let the matter rest. She took large strides to Ye Zhenzhen's front, blocking the car door, "Ye Jianjian, what gives you the right to make our family's An Ruilin change classes?"
The driver's face darkened, "Miss, please step aside."
"Oh, Jianjian, are you so scared of getting beaten up that you've specifically hired someone to protect you?"
Ye Zhenzhen's lips turned down, and she said coldly, "Have you ever heard the saying? There are many kinds of flowers, but people are not dogs.
And even dogs are not the same because good dogs don't stand in the way."
"Ye Jianjian, you sharp-tongued woman, who are you calling a dog!" Wu Yuerou was so angry she gritted her teeth, raising her hand to slap Ye Zhenzhen's face.
The driver swiftly grabbed Wu Yuerou's arm, his eyes full of menace, "Miss, if you continue like this, we will call the police."