"Really?" Yang Ruxin was shocked, twin sons and twin daughters—that's too much of a coincidence, a match made in heaven, "That must be fate."
Han Baichuan nodded, "We also feel it's fate."
Wang Zhenggang received the news and came quickly, seeing Yang Ruxin, he couldn't help but laugh and said, "I didn't expect you, this girl, to be able to do business."
"No choice, got a whole bunch of little turnip heads at home to feed..." Yang Ruxin laughed too, "It's just that I've troubled Uncle Wang."
"What's there to be polite about, Old Han is a decent person, if he dares to bully you, tell me, I'll give him a couple of needles..."
"You old Wang head…" Han Baichuan shook his head with a mixture of amusement and annoyance.
But Yang Ruxin nodded seriously, "Alright, I'll thank Uncle Wang first."
Everyone laughed, and the signing of the contract went very smoothly afterwards.
However, because Wang Zhenggang still had a patient to visit, he didn't talk much and left in a hurry.