"Let's stop here."
"Alright."
The little Taoist let go, glanced down, and saw that his palm was already slightly purple, feeling numb when pinching.
"Phew..."
He exhaled, rubbing his hands.
The little Taoist rubbed his hands for quite a while before it gradually felt better.
"Big brother, I'll head back first."
"Mm, okay."
The little Taoist turned back. Just before turning a corner, he stopped, turned, and looked back, seeing that Tan Wenbin's wheelchair had somehow reached the edge of the terrace. There were railings around the terrace, but only two bars in the middle. An adult could easily slip down from the bottom to jump off.
At this moment, the person in the wheelchair was trying hard to shake his body, his head gradually sliding downwards.
The little Taoist quickly ran back, grabbing Tan Wenbin by the collar with one hand and pulling the wheelchair back with the other.
