Looking at the money Zhang Cui and Lin Youyuan handed over, both with an air of generous charity, Luo Xiu found himself torn between laughter and exasperation. He just couldn't understand where these smug fools got their overwhelming sense of superiority from. They would fawn over anyone stronger than them and stomp on anyone weaker. It was a classic case of bullying the weak and fearing the strong!
Luo Xiu couldn't be bothered to deal with them and, carrying a few cups of milk tea, turned to enter his home.
At that moment, a passing electric scooter stopped by the roadside. A middle-aged man in a security uniform hurried off, approaching Luo Xiu with a broad smile.
"Mister Luo, you're home today. I actually had some business with you."
Luo Xiu smiled. "Uncle Li, what's up?"
The middle-aged man known as "Uncle Li" was the security guard responsible for this area, and Luo Xiu had interacted with him a few times before.
