The smile on the counter-sister's face gradually disappeared. "... Madam, is there any problem?"
Could it be that a poor man was pretending to be rich here?
The woman wanted to say that she didn't want these things, but when she looked at the counter sister and Freya, she felt embarrassed. She took out a card and said, "Take this one."
This bank card was the private money she secretly saved, and she had never taken it out to use. So when the counter sister took the card away, her heart bled.
Freya pressed his chest with his hand exaggeratedly and looked up at the sky. "Oh! Oh my god! Why are you so unfair to the poor? Is it because I'm poor that you can't even buy what you want?"
When the woman looked at her like this, it was not difficult for her to feel a little uncomfortable. She said sarcastically, "The poor should go back to their stinky ditches and stay. Don't come out and make a fool of themselves!"