"President Duan… Are you all right?" the secretary asked cautiously at his side.
No one except for Miss Bai gets the privilege of watching live broadcasts during work hours.
Just a moment ago, President Duan was in high spirits, but now his mood had turned gloomy.
Duan Feihan waved his hand to dismiss the secretary, his face expressionless as he watched the live broadcast on his phone's screen.
Heh, it's really quite unpredictable.
A few days ago, when he had taken Bai Chuwei to the archaeological team, he surveyed the group, which consisted mainly of older experts and inexperienced interns.
He didn't see many threats among the living, but it turned out there was one among the dead in the ground.
Inside the tomb chamber, Bai Chuwei really wanted to smash the stele into powder with a slap—she had indeed been pilloried publicly.
Professor Ge squatted on the ground, pushed up his reading glasses on his nose and stared intently at the inscription, "What does this mean?"
