Di Jinxuan thought for a moment and answered, "Apathetic type, take-it-for-granted type, considerate type, helping type."
"Oh, so which type is your third brother?" Gu Qibao raised an eyebrow curiously.
Di Jinxuan blinked, "I think my third brother is the type who gets so stressed he has prenatal depression."
"Hahaha." Gu Qibao burst out laughing, but quickly caught herself, afraid to laugh too loudly, suppressing her laughter instead.
Di Jinxuan couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, "Why are you holding back?"
Gu Qibao pulled a face of distress and sighed, "It's funny and embarrassing to say, but in the late stage of pregnancy, the baby grows too fast and the uterus expands too much, pressing against the bladder. If I laugh too hard, I might wet myself!"
"Huh?" Di Jinxuan widened her eyes, "No way."
"Really!" Gu Qibao nodded seriously, covering her face, "Emma, it's so embarrassing."
