Yun Mo only gave a quick glance at those photos.
No matter how provocative Yuan Yifan's figure looked or how suggestive her actions were on those pictures, he found them utterly dull and uninteresting.
After tossing those pictures to Shu Run, Yun Mo immediately opened some documents on the desk and buried his head into the dense English contracts.
"On the 28th, Qiaoqiao and I will hold our wedding. Keep it low-key for now, just issue a warning to the Yuan clan," he said.
"But sir, I thought your wedding was scheduled for New Year's Day?" Shu Run asked.
"…" Yun Mo was silent.
"Is it up ahead because of Aunt Qiao's condition?"
After finishing the first page of the contract, Yun Mo's slender fingers touched the paper as he flips to the next page.
The rustling sound of flipping pages suddenly made the atmosphere heavy.
After a deep sigh, he simply nodded.
Shu Run didn't dare to ask more about Aunt Qiao's situation. After all, cancer was ruthless.
