Wan Weizhi’s face was livid, and he regretted throwing away the door number on the first floor.

Zhang Mao saw that the other party had said harsh words and felt that except for the prince, their group could live in a dark room.

“What made the deputy director so angry?”

A female voice sounded.

Several people turned to look. The stone wall on the other side of the darkroom rotated open with the sound, and a woman wearing a dark dress walked out of it.

The woman wears a white mask, with only two eyes exposed on the mask, and then a patch of white.

When Fu Chun saw the visitor, he immediately stepped forward and saluted: "See the owner."

“You don’t need to be polite to the owner.” The woman’s voice was thin, and she walked to the front and sat on a red wooden chair.

Wan Weizhi, Wan Lingling, and Zhang Mao were stunned for a moment when they heard the title of deputy museum owner, museum owner?

The owner of the huge Bermuxun Hall is actually a woman?

Except for the strange mask on her face, she looks like a weak woman.

"Deputy Master, outsiders are not allowed to enter the secret door in the museum. Has the Deputy Master forgotten the rules?" The woman's voice was soft.

But what Fu Chun heard made his face change drastically, and he immediately knelt down and said, "Please punish me, Master."

Wan Weizhi saw that something was not going well, so he immediately took a step forward and held his hand: "Those who are in Wanwang's Mansion in Xiadongsi, my father suffered from heatstroke and had to break into the secret door as a last resort. Please forgive me, the owner."

The woman's eyes fell on Wan Lingling through the mask: "No matter who you are, if you are not honest in Bermuxun, it's hard to say whether you can get out."

“Don’t worry, owner, we will definitely abide by Baimuxun’s rules.” Zhang Mao saluted.

“Well, that’s good, let’s go out.” The woman said softly.

Wan Weizhi, Zhang Mao, and Wan Lingling did not move.

"You three go out first, Prince Wan, I will take care of you." Fu Chun knew the owner's temper and stepped forward to drive him away.

Wan Weizhi was pushed out: "Deputy Master, my father must take good care of my father."

“Don’t worry, don’t worry, let’s go out.”

Fu Chun agreed and pushed to the secret door. With a push of his arms, several people were pushed out and the secret door was closed.

Wan Weizhi saw the secret door closed and touched the stone wall with both hands, feeling very worried: "Uncle Zhang, will your father be okay?"

"The deputy director will not break his promise if he says he will take care of her. Let's go. Let's find a place to live first and make plans." Zhang Mao said.

Wan Lingling was very angry and unconvinced: "What kind of deputy director, he can't do anything well, and his father still says he is so good."

“In other people’s territory, we still have to be restrained. When the prince wakes up, we will have our own plans.” Zhang Mao said.

"Let's go and have a look in front." Wan Weizhi said solemnly and walked towards the steward again.

Wan Lingling stamped her feet on the spot: "I don't live in a darkroom, it doesn't sound like a good place."

"Miss, with Uncle Zhang here and with so many guards, we can ensure the safety of the eldest lady no matter where she lives." Zhang Mao reassured.

Wan Lingling sniffed, feeling aggrieved and disgusted: "Uncle Zhang."

“Miss, just bear with it. When the prince wakes up, he will definitely find a way to arrange a new place for the lady.”

Wan Lingling bit her lip. Faced with Uncle Zhang's persuasion, she stopped making trouble and followed Wan Weizhi unwillingly.

Inside the secret door.

Fu Chun pushed the person out, clapped his hands and turned around.

"Deputy Director, are you sure you want to place this person?" The woman leaned on her chair, her voice indifferent to emotion or anger.

Fu Chun immediately stepped forward and knelt down: "Master, I broke Baimuxun's rules and I will accept the punishment."