"An Xia, you are a smart person. If there are things you shouldn't know, don't ask too much, okay?"

There was even a smile in the curator's words, but it made An Xia feel creepy.

The threat in his words was clear.

The Siamese cat heard the noise and looked up at An Xia. She pursed her lips tightly, and her lower lip turned a little pale because it had lost its redness.

"You also know that there are tens of thousands of cultural relics sent into the Cultural Relics ...