Qiao Xiaon'an lowered her head, leaving the wedding planning entirely up to them.
Yun Mo glanced at her and noticed her silence but he could tell from her fervent expression that she was eagerly awaiting their wedding. Nevertheless, he frowned and let out a long sigh. "Let's deal with the wedding later."
Later?
Upon hearing these words, Qiao Xiaon'an felt a sense of coldness permeating half her heart.
Why later?
Slightly disheartened, she lifted her head to see Yun Mo wearing a deep frown. His eyes, once warm and gentle, now appeared deep and obscure like a tranquil pond in the pitch-dark night, radiating a lost sense of enigma.
Why later then?
Upon hearing this, Deng Jiaru immediately disagreed. "Later?" She furrowed her brows, "No matter how important your activities may be, put them aside and finalize the wedding first."
Yun Mo frowned. "Mother," he sighed again, "I always follow my own standards when making decisions."
