A dozen or so minutes later, Jiang Chuan was already standing at the entrance of the Bright Hotel.
However, just as he was about to step into the Bright Hotel, he was stopped by a security guard.
"Stop, improperly dressed people are not allowed inside!"
The security guard scrutinized Jiang Chuan's outfit from head to toe, a trace of contempt flickering in his eyes.
Anyone who could come to a place like the Bright Hotel was either rich or noble.
And Jiang Chuan was wearing an outfit costing no more than three hundred yuan from a street stall, no wonder the security guard looked down on him.
Jiang Chuan frowned, knowing that the security guard was judging by appearances.
So he coldly retorted, "Which eye of yours saw me improperly dressed?"
Although Jiang Chuan's clothes were inexpensive, they were very clean and neat.
Of course, compared to those guests at the Bright Hotel wearing brand outfits costing tens of thousands, Jiang Chuan's attire did seem improper.
