"She's the same as me?" Shangguan Hao pointed at the innocent An Ziqi, who was eating steak and enjoying the show, and yelled.
An Ziqi blinked and stuffed another piece into her mouth.
"Oh." The manager looked into An Ziqi's plate as if he were seriously considering something, "Then perhaps the chef served her the wrong dish."
As he spoke, he politely asked An Ziqi, "Miss An, would you like us to replace it with a new one?"
The respectful attitude he showed towards An Ziqi compared to how he treated Shangguan Hao was like night and day.
An Ziqi shook her head, "No need, thank you."
"Alright then, Miss An, please press this button if you need anything." The manager said and then walked out, pushing the door open.
In the private room, Shangguan Hao was so angry he felt like vomiting blood, slammed the table, and roared, "I want to make a complaint. This is discrimination, discrimination against foreigners. I'm mixed-race, okay?"
