"Triplets?"
"Uncle Xiaoshan, what's with that tone? Don't believe I can carry triplets?"
Lu Fengxuan leaned her head on Chiyin's shoulder, smiling proudly, "I am carrying them, and in eight months, remember to prepare three red envelopes full of money."
This great news utterly dumbfounded Huaizheng.
If he had heard from someone else about triplets, he wouldn't have lost composure like this, as his own family had seen quite a few twins.
He and his sister, Huaiyu, were twins themselves.
Twins were common, but triplets were indeed rare.
Moreover, since he saw Lu Fengxuan as a daughter, hearing this wonderful news, it was inevitable that he couldn't quite control himself.
Seeing her so proud, Huaizheng couldn't help but say, "You won't be missing out on the red envelope."
"Now that you're carrying three, why are you still cooking? During this pregnancy, you should take it easy and cause us less worry."