C288 I'm Worried That You will Die

"Oh, yes! Ninth Master!"

Afu quickly responded, stepping forward to take a few antacid tablets from Bai Xinyan's hand. Seeing that Bai Xinyan had only three or four tablets left, Huo Yinyao finally relaxed. His long, fair hand released its grip on Bai Xinyan's wrist.

Bai Xinyan frowned slightly, glanced at the tablets in her palm, and swiftly grabbed the remaining box of antacids