C185 The Ninth Master Was Using the Young Master Duanming

The elderly man, though frail, still had some weight to him, causing the wheelchair to tip dangerously to one side. As his supporting hand slipped, he was about to fall. Suddenly, a slender, fair hand shot out, swiftly grabbing the man's arm.

"Shixun, whew—"

Bai Xinyan watched as Mu Shixun steadily supported the man, exhaling in relief