An Nuonuo: "I can forgive you this time, but if there's a next time, I will blacklist you."
Her voice wasn't loud, nor was it agitated, lacking any haughtiness.
Yet, to Zhou Qingyue's ears, it was like thunder.
Her complexion instantly turned pale.
In her memory, having known An Nuonuo for such a long time, this was the first time she had ever 'exerted her authority'.
No one dared to disregard her words.
Aside from her own power, there was her father, already the acknowledged richest man in Jiang City, and her fiancé with a net worth exceeding seventy billion.
Even if Zhou Qingyue's influence was ten or a hundred times larger, she would still be no match for An Nuonuo.
This realization filled her with despair.
Bai Xiaoya also showed a look of surprise, but it quickly turned into relief.
The old An Nuonuo, frankly speaking, had been too kind, and might even be called a bit timid.
But now, after this ordeal, she had grown a bit more.
