The staff member looked blankly at He Ao, gave him an apologetic smile, and answered the call.
"Bob, what the hell are you good for?"
His headset was an external one that hung by his ear, and its quality was poor. Sound leaked badly from it, and the moment the call connected, a violent curse echoed through the empty hall.
He gave He Ao an embarrassed glance, lowered the volume, and walked a little farther away, apologizing repeatedly.
But even so, with He Ao's hearing, he could still clearly make out the voice on the other end.
The caller seemed to be the museum director. From the way he cursed the staff member, He Ao vaguely gathered that the Xikailan City Council Speaker had just called him, dragged him out of bed, and ordered him to let He Ao through.
He had then called the staff member and ordered him to take He Ao to the "Special Exhibition Room," the so-called Hidden Exhibition Room.
But apparently, this director was not very good at expressing himself. Something that could have been explained in one sentence took him a full ten minutes of cursing before he finally got the point across.
And it was obvious that he really wanted to curse someone out. Even after explaining the matter, he continued swearing for several more minutes, with no sign of stopping.
Meanwhile, the staff member kept nodding and apologizing, his back bent low as sweat seeped from his forehead.
Hearing this, He Ao slowly walked over.
Seeing him approach, the staff member shot He Ao a terrified glance and was about to say something when He Ao gently raised a hand, signaling for him to put the call on speaker.
The staff member paused. He looked at He Ao with some worry and