What the hell is aesthetic?

Lin Lu looked at the certificate and jumped up like a zombie in shock.

"This, Tangtang, you've won another award?" His eyes bulged in amazement.

Before the joy could spread, Lin Lu's face suddenly changed.

"Saving the lives of the people? Tangtang, what did you do, you're not hurt, are you?"

As he spoke, his gaze, like a radar, swept up and down.

Lin Tang saw her father's muscles tense up and hurriedly said, "No, I just lent a small hand, didn't get injured at all."

Lin Lu, seeing that his daughter didn't seem to be lying, let out a sigh of relief.

"That's good, that's good."

Compared to his daughter's safety, he would rather have no awards at all.

Lin Tang chuckled and handed the enamel jar, the prize, to her father.

"This is the prize, a gift for Dad."

Lin Lu carefully set down the award certificate.

He wiped his hands on his new trousers and reached out to take the enamel jar.