Mu Anhan loves emotionally.
Miao Feishuang loves rationally.
Of course, she had to persuade her cousin a bit; carrying triplets made others happy, and the Gu family's old man even gifted her three billion.
But the hardships of pregnancy and the pain of childbirth cannot be expressed in terms of money.
Xue Xiangtong clinked glasses with her: "Sister Feishuang won't be a doctor anymore, she'll become a confidante, a professional emotion coach."
"Come on! You just love to make fun of me!" Miao Feishuang's own emotions are a tangled mess, yet she's supposed to guide others!
Isn't that just a joke?
Mu Anhan, teary-eyed, looked at her three sisters: "Thank you for your companionship. May our friendship last forever and not change because of the changes in men."
"Yes, yes, yes! Men are clothes, but sisters are kin," Xue Xiangtong laughed, "Cheers!"
Everyone drank the wine in their glasses together.
