At such a critical moment, Wan Chu'er didn't think twice before tossing the coffee in her hand at the man in the trench coat and grabbing the old lady before her face hit the ground.
The man in the trench coat didn't care about the coffee all over him and hurriedly rushed over to help the old lady stand.
The old lady quickly calmed down and upon closer inspection, she seemed quite young for someone in her sixties or seventies, with neat, meticulously styled silver hair and equally refined clothes.
Wan Chu'er was pondering whether to apologize to the old lady, considering she had just bumped into the wheelchair.
But before she could speak, the old lady adjusted her gold-rimmed glasses on her nose bridge and then glared sternly:
"How do you walk?! All hustle and bustle with not a bit of ladylike grace."
