Hearing this, Zhu Qianying was stunned for a moment. She lowered her head to look at the bright manicure she'd gotten just the day before, which was so eye-catching that it was almost blinding. Lifting her head, she managed a chuckle.
"I've never worried about that. When I was talking about the treaty, I meant the demands you have set for me in the future, and of course, my requirements for you. It's essentially some sort of mutual restraint," she said.
Truth be told, Yan Bo's words sounded like just a promise. However, the tone and look in his eyes were painfully hurtful.
But Zhu Qianying had long been numb to these kinds of menacing remarks. When it came to this matter, she didn't underestimate her own ability. She didn't care about those irrelevant people who looked down upon her.
