Mu Xingfeng, often away from home, didn't know much about his sister and her future fiancé, but seeing his sister react that way to the mention of that person made him somewhat worried.
Mu Wanxin saw Mu Xingfeng's expression and knew he had taken her seriously. She gave a sheepish smile: "It's nothing, really. Wenxuan treats me very well, don't overthink it. Wait, weren't we talking about you? How did it shift to me? Seriously, do you have a girlfriend or not? The Spring Festival is around the corner, and you spend all your time at the hospital. Do you really think you can find a girlfriend to bring home?"
Seeing his sister's reaction, Mu Xingfeng sighed in relief, relaxedly lying on the bed: "You don't have to worry about that, sis. Just get your red envelope ready for my future wife."
"Tch, it's not the red envelope I care about, I'm just afraid you won't find anyone to give it to." Mu Wanxin flipped her long hair, leaving a confident silhouette as she exited the ward.
