"My name is Yuan Ling, my sister is Yuan Xi, and Sor Yan took my sister to some business dinner party, where you, you brute, immediately saw that she was afflicted with cold poison and even said she's a walking corpse, yet you refused to help her!"
Yuan Ling walked over to Zhou Yang, sat down opposite him without asking, and glared at him with huffs of anger.
Zhou Yang remembered the girl wrapped in a white fur coat, seated in a wheelchair, her eyes vacant and shivering. He nodded and said, "Your sister is deeply infected with cold poison, it has penetrated her bone marrow. She can be treated, but I cannot save her."
Yuan Ling immediately became frantic, grabbed some papers from the desk, and was about to throw them at Zhou Yang while fuming, "You nasty guy, ignoring her plight means you're a scoundrel, I won't let you get away with this!"