Zhang Xiaomeng applied the whitening cream in his hand to the injured area of Wang Hao.
It only took a moment for Wang Hao to feel no pain, a cool sensation spreading from his hand, tingling a bit but quite comfortable.
"It's really magical; the pain is gone."
What was Wang Hao's identity? The second young master of the Wang Family, he naturally had no need to lie to the people present.
Xu Jiao, watching from the side, became somewhat excited, as there was such an effect in just a short moment.
She couldn't wait to try it herself.
"Hurry up and use it on me, see if it can remove the scar next to my eye," Xu Jiao urged.
Zhang Xiaomeng moved forward, took some ointment, and dabbed it on Xu Jiao's forehead.
In fact, Xu Jiao's condition was not serious; the scar was visible but not large.
After all, there were many means of cosmetic repair these days, so she had spent a lot of money on treatments.
But none had completely solved it.
