Yun Yuefei, the old man of the Yun Family, had just set down his brush. His gaze, vibrant with spirit, fell on Qiao Xiaon'an, sizing her up. She looked even more charming than in her pictures, and he nodded approvingly. His typically cold eyes warmed with a rare kind smile, "This must be Miss Qiao?"
He rose from behind his desk and approached them, "Amo, I thought you'd bring Miss Qiao in a while, you've surprised me by coming this fast."
Everyone in Yun family knew Yun Mo wouldn't bring any woman back unless he was genuinely committed.
Not to mention, he had initially agreed to this marriage under the forceful persuasion of his grandfather.
Therefore, it seemed impossible that he would willingly bring Miss Qiao back to the family mansion.
It was definitely sooner than the old man of Yun Family had anticipated.
So, his gaze rested on Qiao Xiaon'an with even more curiosity. What kind of girl could make his cold and arrogant grandson fall for her so quickly?
