Su Lao Zuo had a serious illness, "I didn't look at him and bullied my granddaughter. I was angry when I saw his face."
Curator: "..." I feel hurt by one hundred thousand points.
Ignoring the hurt heart, he quickly explained, "Old Su, this happened unexpectedly. I'm very sorry to neglect the eldest lady."
"Sorry, what do you want the police to do?"
The curator touched the sweat on his forehead, "I know that I will give you and Missy an explanation after the exam is over."
Old Su: "What do you want to explain? My granddaughter was frightened the first time I went to Jingsui Art Museum. Can you explain it?"
The sweat on the curator's forehead is getting more and more.
Director Liu was excited, but he didn't dare to go up and interrupt.
Zuo Qingxuan, who couldn't be dragged away, could only be glared.
Mo Luan took back the phone, "It's not scared, it's quite interesting, just treat it as a boring improvisation."
Zuo Qingxuan couldn't listen anymore. She wanted to talk, but the staff member covered her mouth tightly.
I can only struggle with anger and anxious eyes.
When Mr. Su heard this, his voice eased, "You girl, aren't you serious? Take art seriously, feel the charm, and don't be foolish."
Mo Luan: "You have wronged me. I'm obviously serious. If you don't believe me, ask the curator."
"I'm still angry and don't want to see his face."
curator:"……"
Mo Luan said: "Everyone is waiting for the exam to continue, hang up first, and we will talk after it is over."
Old Su said: "Give the mobile phone to the curator."
Mo Luan bit the spicy strip and raised an eyebrow, "Don't you want to see his face."
"give him."
"okay."
The curator quickly took the mobile phone that Mo Luan handed over.
"Old Su, please ask me to explain..."
"to explain is to hide."
"..."
Mo Luan leaned over and said, "Being a fine old man, you can relax a little, but the audience is full behind. Do you want to have a respectable image?"
"Smelly girl, go to the side, don't bother me to settle the accounts and find out."
Su Lao looked at the curator who was constantly laughing tremblingly, "My granddaughter has been wronged by you."
Mo Luan: "Don't talk nonsense, little old man, can I be wronged?"
Old Su: "Isn't I aggrieved by being scared by a madman? Don't talk, eat your spicy noodles."
"Fine."
The audience listened to the conversation between the grandfather and grandson, and found it interesting and playful.
Unexpectedly, the legendary old president and collector is such an old naughty boy.
The curator of the art museum was only terrified, and he was interrupted by Mr. Su when he wanted to say something.
"Let me tell you, wherever my granddaughter goes, she is treated with courtesy. Even the nobles in the palace are courteous."
Su Lao put down the cup, "You got angry in your small art museum. If you pay enough attention to it, there will be no accidents."
The curator wiped Khan, "What you said is that we were careless."
Director Liu couldn't help saying: "We will definitely punish the troublemakers."
"Let me see, what kind of madman dares to scare my granddaughter."
Mo Luan took his cell phone, "It's getting late, and it won't be good to affect other artists' exams."
Old Su: "You will give them pointers later, and you will be compensated."
Mo Luan laughed, and Su Lao immediately said, "What? How many people are waiting for my granddaughter to give instructions. If it is usual, the line will have to be queued for decades."
"Don't be exaggerated."
Zuo Qingxuan broke free and said loudly, "She scolds others to only imitate, and she herself imitates Master L, which is more shameless than others."