Ran Tong's hand hesitated noticeably as she reached for her chopsticks.
Ran Yu was nervous, and she put down her chopsticks, lifted her head with composure, and said, "Today is the birthday banquet for an elder, such an important occasion, I thought makeup was basic etiquette."
Yan Mingqiu didn't speak, but Old Madam Lu said, "It's fine, it's fine, a little makeup occasionally is no problem. Nancheng, remember to prepare pregnancy-safe cosmetics for Ran Tong."
Lu Nancheng gave a slight smile, and Ran Tong nodded with a smile, "Grandma, rest assured, not just the makeup, all my skincare products are provided specially by Nancheng."
"That's good."
"Hmm." Lu Qiaoxiang let out another chuckle, "But there's no need for such high heels, right? What if you accidentally fall and have a miscarriage?"
At this moment, everyone at the table could tell she was deliberately making things difficult.
Yan Mingqiu hastily nudged her daughter under the table, giving her a meaningful look.
