It was as if a malevolent ghost made the museum director, whose voice was originally sonorous and deep, become completely gloomy.
The hand of Mei Sheng holding the paper cup couldn't help but tremble, as he subconsciously took two steps back, feeling a chill down his spine.
"What's going on here?" Mei Sheng's heart rate quickened, not expecting the director to suddenly come over.
Now that the paper cups Su Han had prepared were taken away, what would happen tonight?
Seeing the director had no intention of leaving, Mei Sheng didn't dare to disobey him blatantly; he had a few colleagues watch the director, and immediately stepped outside the corridor to call Su Han.
"Mr. Su, our director came over and insisted on having us remove the paper cups, what should we do now?"
Mei Sheng was a bit anxious.
Su Han had instructed that the paper cups must not be moved, and if there were any consequences, how would they explain them?
