Just then, Young Master Hu also felt that everyone's gaze seemed a bit strange, and he asked inexplicably, "Who called me just now?"

No one answered his question, and everyone's gaze became even more certain. They felt that Young Master Hu was trying to divert the topic because he had a guilty conscience.

Of course, as the owner of the museum, Mr. Feng couldn't remain silent for too long. After pondering for a moment, he suddenly stepped two paces away from the screen, made space for it, and then pointed at the person in the recorded video, asking, "Do you know this person?"

"Uh..."

Young Master Hu was startled. He glanced over casually and then instinctively nodded, "I know him. He is..."

"It really is you."

However, at this moment, no one paid attention to Young Master Hu's explanation. Seeing him nod in admission, Old Meng, Sha Qingfeng, and the others naturally felt extremely indignant. It was just a small conflict, yet Young Master Hu was trying to ruin someone's reputation—truly malicious.

"What do you mean, 'it is me'?" Young Master Hu was confused. "Are you all ill? Why are you staring at me like that?"

"You admitted it yourself, so stop playing dumb," Sha Qingfeng retorted impatiently. "Young Master, we are just insignificant people. Can you please be magnanimous and let us off the hook?"

"What do you mean?" Young Master Hu was even more bewildered. "This is nonsensical. I have no idea what you are talking about."

"A'Bin."

At the right moment, Mr. Feng said in a deep voice, "Go apologize to Mr. Wang and the others."

Young Master Hu, who was Hu Bin, immediately exclaimed in shock, "Uncle Feng, why should I apologize for no reason? I didn't do anything wrong."

"You still say you did nothing wrong?" Mr. Feng pointed at the recording. "The evidence is conclusive. What else do you have to say?"

"What evidence?" Hu Bin was completely bewildered.

"Mr. Feng."

At the same time, the supervisor and several staff members returned dejectedly, their appearance suggesting they had failed to apprehend the person. They also knew that failing to redeem themselves in time would surely have severe consequences.

However, Mr. Feng didn't have time to attend to them now. With a stern face, he said, "A'Bin, you call me Uncle Feng. As an elder, I'm going to take on the mantle of seniority and lecture you a bit. You won't mind, will you?"

"Uncle Feng, please speak your mind," Hu Bin quickly lowered his head, a little deferentially. "I'm listening."

"You young men, what you do outside, we elders generally don't interfere," Mr. Feng said lightly. "After all, we were young once too, and we understand your mindset. However, everything has a bottom line. You should know clearly what you can and cannot do."

Mr. Feng spoke with earnest persuasion, yet Young Master Hu still didn't understand, remaining muddled. "Uncle Feng, what did I do?"

"Now that it has come to this, you still want to cover it up?" Mr. Feng showed some disappointment, then shook his head gently. "Since that's the case, I won't say much more. I'll speak with your father later."

"Uncle Feng, please just say what's wrong. If I made a mistake, I will certainly admit it. Please don't go finding my father separately." Young Master Hu suddenly became somewhat alarmed. This sounded exactly like someone tattling behind his back.

"It’s good that you admit it."

Mr. Feng nodded. "Then offer your apology and ask for Mr. Wang and their forgiveness. We'll let this matter drop."

"What is all this? I don't even know what happened, and now you want me to apologize?" At this moment, Young Master Hu felt incredibly stifled and wronged, but more than that, he was utterly lost and confused, completely unable to grasp the situation.

"He's pretending like..."

"But it really doesn't seem like he's pretending..."

Sensing that Young Master Hu's demeanor wasn't feigned, everyone became somewhat hesitant. After all, to react so naturally and convincingly after being exposed required either an Oscar-level actor or genuine ignorance. Was Young Master Hu the former or the latter?

For a moment, everyone harbored more or less some doubt.

"I won't say more. Watch it yourself."

Mr. Feng’s gaze sharpened. Seeing only confusion and alarm on Hu Bin's face, devoid of the panic of guilt, he became less certain. He simply instructed the staff to replay the recording and see how Hu Bin would explain himself.

But even after the recording finished replaying, Hu Bin watched patiently to the end, yet he still seemed half-clueless, appearing not to understand. "What does that mean?"

"Keep pretending," Qiao Yu couldn't stand it anymore, scorning him. "Didn't you send people to frame us for stealing? Why are you still feigning ignorance now?"

"What? I framed you?" Young Master Hu was stunned speechless.

"Since you did it, don't deny it," Qiao Yu scoffed. "In this day and age, resorting to such despicable tactics to frame people—don't you think you are utterly shameless?"

"Stop."

At that point, Young Master Hu tugged at his collar and loudly refuted, "I didn't do this, and I have absolutely no reason to frame you. Don't try to pin this dirt on me."

At this moment, Young Master Hu's face was flushed with righteous indignation. Describing his mood as feeling wrongly accused, indignant, facing undeserved disaster, and bearing undeserved guilt seemed entirely fitting.

"You just admitted it a moment ago, and now you're hastily denying it. Your change of tune is a bit too fast."

"When did I admit it?"

"At the beginning, you said you recognized that person. Are you saying you don't recognize him now?"

Under Qiao Yu's accusation, Young Master Hu finally understood everything and realized why everyone’s attitude had been so strange. The root of the problem lay here, and he was being wrongfully accused for no reason.

If only Wang Guan and the others were present, even if Young Master Hu understood what was happening, he probably would have dismissed it with disdain and not bothered to explain. But now Mr. Feng was also present and questioning his moral baseline, which forced Young Master Hu to defend himself, lest rumors spread and he actually be branded with this false accusation.

Although the wealthy elites of Hong Kong and Taiwan, especially the second generation, never shied away from indulgence in wine, women, wealth, and power, just as Mr. Feng said, there were bottom lines in how one conducted oneself and handled affairs. For instance, drugs were an absolute no-go. Anyone caught using them and discovered by their elders would inevitably face a severe beating.

Of course, drugs, in the final analysis, were a matter of lifestyle or a habit. They could be viewed as serious or not so serious; at least, they could be forcibly quit. Therefore, although such matters touched upon the bottom line, they fell between the acceptable and the unacceptable.

However, there was one bottom line that everyone could not tolerate: moral character in a person.

The common concept domestically was that if a person's lifestyle was improper, then their moral character must also be flawed. But perhaps influenced by the West, or perhaps due to lingering ancient traditional concepts, in places like Hong Kong and Taiwan, lifestyle and moral character were often separated; they were not judged by a unified standard.

It was a case of 'one thing is one thing.' Many people labeled as 'bad boys' due to their habits often achieved success in other fields and earned praise, showing that lifestyle habits did not define everything.

But if moral character was the issue, the situation reversed entirely. Such a person, no matter how great their success, would become an object of public scorn. Hitler, for example...

Of course, this little trick of framing someone wasn't on the level of Hitler. But a thousand-mile dike can collapse from an ant’s nest, especially with Mr. Feng also misunderstanding the situation. Young Master Hu had to take this seriously, lest rumors spread and ruin his reputation completely.

"Uncle Feng, although I know this person, I am genuinely not familiar with him,"

At this moment, Young Master Hu hurriedly explained, "He is the owner of a small shop on the nearby antique street. I spoke with him a few times when I was browsing the street buying things some time ago."

"I didn't expect that this would make him take notice of me. When we met at the museum entrance earlier, he tried to sell me things. There were too many people, and it wasn't appropriate for me to make a scene, so I ignored him, but he shamelessly kept following me..."

As he spoke, Young Master Hu declared solemnly, "I have absolutely no connection with him, and it is even less likely that I would instruct him to steal Uncle Feng's possessions to frame others."

This statement sounded genuinely sincere. Even if he intended to set up Wang Guan and the others, there was no need to involve Mr. Feng. After all, there are no truly airtight secrets in this world. If the truth came out, this would clearly mean making a new enemy for himself—especially an enemy who was a friend of his father's generation. This was akin to asking for a beating because his hide was too thick.

Hearing Hu Bin's explanation, although there were still some lingering doubts, Mr. Feng was somewhat inclined to believe that he wouldn't dare lie and deceive him.

At the same time, Wang Guan suddenly said, "If he has nothing to do with this, then the items in Exhibition Room Seven..."

In an instant, everyone suddenly snapped back to reality, belatedly realizing they had overlooked one critical event. If the intent wasn't purely to frame them, then it must have been to create a diversion.

Creating such a massive stir couldn't have been just to steal two small boxes. After all, the boxes were only parts of a cosmetic set; if the set was incomplete, its value would be greatly diminished. For that person to risk imprisonment just to steal two inexpensive items seemed far too costly.

Thinking of this, Mr. Feng decisively waved his hand. "Let's go to Exhibition Room Seven and take a look."

Immediately, the group did not hesitate and surged toward Exhibition Room Seven. Fortunately, most of the guests were gathered in the main hall admiring the Jiaowei Qin; otherwise, witnessing such a scene would surely have led to much speculation.

A moment later, the group arrived at Exhibition Room Seven. Mr. Feng's expression changed the moment his eyes swept across it. Not only him, but others nearby, after a quick glance, were also astonished to find the display cases empty—some exhibits were indeed missing.

"What a brilliant tactic: killing with a borrowed knife while muddling the waters."

At this point, instead of getting angry, Mr. Feng laughed instead. He turned back and apologized, "A'Bin, I truly wronged you. And Mr. Wang, I apologize for the distress you suffered."

Everyone quickly shook their heads, indicating they understood. They were prime examples of being collateral damage when a neighboring house caught fire.

That person's initial target was the museum's exhibits. It was just their bad luck that they became the tools used, thus suffering an undeserved disaster.