Le Tong couldn't help but hesitate, should she use this ointment or not?
As Le Tong hesitated, the emcee on the stage turned on the microphone and invited one of the stars of today's banquet, Old Sir Yang, to come on stage.
Old Sir Yang stood energetically on the stage, ignoring his whole head of white hair and the wrinkles on his face. Just looking at his bright eyes and his energetic demeanor, he didn't look like an old man in his eighties but more like a vigorous young man.
"My senior brother doesn't resemble his grandfather at all..."
Le Tong objectively commented and looked down at Nuonuo's face, inevitably feeling worried again.
"Give it a try..." Ji Rui deliberated for a moment and handed the ointment to Le Tong.
Le Tong pushed the stroller aside, squatted down, and carefully applied the ointment to Nuonuo.
"Yang Sheng not only doesn't look like his grandfather, but also doesn't resemble his father."
After a long pause, Ji Rui finally gave Le Tong an answer.
