C117 The Ninth Master Was like a Prison!
During Fanqin's speech, Yinyao listened quietly, his long, narrow eyes half-closed, fingers tapping idly on the armrest of his wheelchair.
When Fanqin finished speaking, she waited for the Ninth Master to respond. But the man remained silent, his slender fingers tapping rhythmically on the armrest, his handsome brow slightly furrowed
