Before this, the professionals in the film industry's costume, makeup, and props departments had no idea that Hanfu had different styles and classifications depending on the era. It was Chen Jincheng's company that pioneered this field.
While the two were talking, the young woman from the front desk suddenly rushed in. "Boss, there's a problem! Come and see!"
"What is it?" Chen Jincheng asked with a frown, seeing how frantic his employee looked.
The employee explained, "A courier dropped off a box, and I smelled blood right away. I opened it and it was full of dead stray cats, each one with a dagger stuck in it. I shouted after him, but he left without even looking back."
Hearing this, Chen Jincheng frowned and walked out.
Seeing this, Chen Yu's brow furrowed as well, and he followed them out.
When they reached the front desk, a crowd of employees had gathered, murmuring amongst themselves. Some were clearly outraged.
"Who did this? It's too cruel."
