When the drunk collided towards Shen Peishen, Bai Xiaosheng noticed it as well. He reached out and pulled the elderly man's arm, slowing his steps, then stepped forward himself, supporting the drunk's back with one hand and gently pushing him forward.
"Be careful," Bai Xiaosheng casually said.
"Oh?" The drunk steadied himself, not forgetting to turn his head and nod, saying, "Thank you."
Then, he continued walking.
It was obvious that he had just lost his balance temporarily and was not very drunk.
Bai Xiaosheng shook his head with a smile, but when he turned to look back at the elder, he paused, surprised.
Shen Peishen's face had turned pale, one hand pressed against his waist, his expression pained.
Bai Xiaosheng remembered that he hadn't used much force when he had pulled the elderly man, so he wondered how he had ended up looking like this.
Actually, Shen Peishen himself had gotten a fright and had twisted something.
