Second Master Han Ziyue was pissed to the point of itching gums by Xuanyuan Wuji's indifference to life and death, but the second master was also clear that now was not the time to settle accounts with the president. He was still desperately waiting to find someone to save his life, so after yelling at his own phone a few times, Han Ziyue quickly dialed Nalan Fusui's number. Soon the call connected, and Nalan's distinctive voice reached Han Ziyue's ear.
"At this time, aren't you usually in the company holding meetings? How come you have the leisure to call me?" Nalan Fusui was meticulously going through patient information in his own office when he suddenly received a call from Han Ziyue, which he found somewhat odd because Han Ziyue had never called him at this hour before.
"What mood do I have for silly meetings when I'm not even sure if I can save my own skin? Right, how's that new half-sister of yours doing lately? Is she in a good mood?"
