Mr. Lan's eyes were filled with sarcasm: "How do you know she is not of my Lan family's blood?"
The elder said with a gloomy face: "Master, even your son can be a writer. Who knows if your granddaughter can be a writer?"
Hearing what the great elder said, Mr. Lan was filled with anger.
When he was about to speak, Shen Qingluan suddenly raised his hand and stopped him.
"Grandpa, there's no need to say more."
Mr. Lan was startled, but finally managed to hold back his anger.
He looked at the great elder coldly, with a sneer on his face.
After a while, the people from the Lan family brought the medicinal materials in front of Shen Qingluan.
Shen Qingluan ignored the noisy crowd. She walked slowly to the side, took out the medicine-pounding tool, and gradually crushed the medicinal materials.
Time flies by.
No one knew what she was going to do, and they all looked at Shen Qingluan with doubtful eyes.
The great elder was even more dismissive, with a sarcastic look on his face.
No matter what this bastard does now, it's all in vain.
Only this time, when the great elder was about to taunt him, he saw Feng Lichen's eyes glancing at him coldly.
This glance made the great elder suddenly become silent. He didn't know why, but he always felt that this man's gaze... was terrifying.
Lan Yiyi looked at Feng Lichen from time to time.
The man's perfect profile made her heart tremble.
She bit her lower lip and lowered her head.
There was light in her eyes, but at this moment, no one knew what she was thinking.
Soon, Shen Qingluan stopped. She looked sideways at the people present, and her eyes fell on a middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man has a scar on his face. After years of baptism, the scar has faded a lot, but it still exists.
She handed the ointment to Lan Ling: "Give him this ointment."
Lan Ling was stunned for a moment, then slowly walked towards the middle-aged man.
Handed the ointment to him.
The middle-aged man was a little hesitant, not sure whether he should answer it or not.
"If there is any problem, I, the Lan family, will be fully responsible!" Lan Ling naturally knew what the man was worried about.
His voice was firm, serious, and unquestionable.
The First Elder chuckled and said: "Master Lan Ling, you are not of the Lan family's blood, what can you guarantee?"
Lan Ling frowned and glanced at the great elder with a cold look on his face.
Mr. Lan also said in a deep voice: "If he can't do it, then I will guarantee it! If this medicine causes you any discomfort, I will be responsible for it!"
With this assurance from the Lan family, the middle-aged man's heart dropped and he took the ointment handed over by Lan Ling.
The ointment was icy cold when it touched his skin, making him feel a little comfortable.
And the smell of this ointment is a bit familiar...
Snow cream?
The middle-aged man was shocked.
Don't say that men don't care about appearance, he cares about it very much. In order to remove scars, he also bought snow cream.
Indeed, the Snow Cream made his scars fade a lot, but he didn't use it for long, so the scars still existed.
wrong.
This ointment is very similar to Xuejia ointment, but there are still some differences -
Just when the man was stunned, he saw everyone staring at him with shock written in their eyes.
The man frowned and asked in confusion: "Why are you here? Is there something wrong with my face?"
Could it be that...there is really something wrong with this ointment?
The man's heart tightened and he hurriedly touched his face.
There was some unevenness at the beginning of the scar. At this moment, he touched his face for a long time and could not find where the uneven scar was.
"Get him a mirror."
Mr. Lan's eyes changed from shock to calmness, and he ordered calmly.
Only the clenched fists proved his trembling heart.