"Double standards! This is blatant double standards!"
"Why is it that when Mo Han spits, you don't fine him, but you fine me to death when I do it? I won't accept this!"
Luo Xuanran was furious. If he couldn't see that the security was showing favoritism toward Mo Han now, then he was truly a fool.
"Sir, what are you talking about? I don't understand,"
said the security guard earnestly. "If you have any dissatisfaction, you can report it to my superior department!"
Having said this, he turned and walked away, regardless of the angry Luo Xuanran.
"You!" Luo Xuanran wanted to go after him, but saw his sister shake her head and hold him back.
"Brother, can't you see?" Luo Zitong snorted lightly, "These lackeys just judge people based on their status."
"We're wearing brand-name clothes and driving luxury cars; it's obvious we're wealthy."
"Now look at Mo Han, dressed in bargain-basement clothes, a poor wretch, where's the wealth?"
