Aylin is fine. Waylon was the first to regain his composure, his expression subtly sighing.
He furrowed his brow, his sharp gaze fixed on the main culprit.
"What kind of work is this?"
Just now, a sharp object came from a staff member carrying a large display stand. A pointed decoration on the stand had broken off and nearly stabbed Aylin!
"Why not use a protective cover when carrying something so dangerous!"
Waylon's face was cold, and his tone was chilling. The two young men moving the items were frightened, repeatedly bowing and apologizing, "I-I am sorry. This thing was needed urgently, and I didn't know it would suddenly break. I didn't have time to fix it. Please, have mercy on us..."
The two of them could tell that the people in front of them were of extraordinary status, and by the end of their sentence, their voices were trembling, "W-We have only been working here for two days..."