Before Bai Xiaoya could search for the organizers, the lights at the venue suddenly dimmed.
Immediately after, a series of bright lights converged on the entrance.
A woman in her thirties, dressed in a black evening gown, with a full figure and a refined aura, walked in.
Behind her followed two female bodyguards with unremarkable appearances.
With a powerful presence, many people at the scene dared not look at her and lowered their heads one after another.
The woman walked step by step.
As she passed by An Nuonuo, she glanced at her.
Her eyes carried an indescribable meaning.
With a light chuckle, she walked past.
Only after she had gone did Chu Youwei breathe a sigh of relief, her face a picture of lingering fear, "That sister is so scary. Just now, I felt like someone was choking me, making it hard to breathe."
"She took a seat at the first table," Bai Xiaoya said in a grave tone.
