Wu Zhenjie was infuriated to tears.
She could tell that Fang Yu was nothing but a thug, and if she really started arguing with him and enraged him, he might just come up and hit her.
But the anger festering inside her was truly unbearable.
She knew that this matter depended on Ye Wenjun's attitude, so she turned her spearhead towards her and said, "Do you really want to break up with Zhao Wuyan?"
"Please don't view me through such a petty lens. I don't have time to deal with you." Ye Wenjun's voice was ice cold, "You can leave now."
At this point, Wu Zhenjie was truly furious, she staggered back a step, pointed at Ye Wenjun and said: "Fine, very good…"
She did not leave.
Instead, she took out her phone to make a call.
"Hello, Wuyan…"
"She said she married that trash."
"Yeah, don't worry, your aunt will take revenge for you."
"Uh-huh…"
After hanging up the phone, Wu Zhenjie, as if energized, turned back to glare at Fang Yu and said, "I understand now…"
