Aysel couldn't help but pout, murmuring softly under her breath. "You just called me poor in a hundred different ways."
The life of the rich was something she simply couldn't relate to. She remembered how, in her previous life, she had to work tirelessly, only to end up with spare change after deducting her monthly expenses. She was always obsessively calculating the balance in her bank account even when she was only going to buy one thing.
Obviously, this rich man didn't have such concerns.
"Then you can keep it," he said lightly, tilting his head.
"Keep what?" Aysel asked, her heart skipping a beat as she looked at him to make sure she hadn't misheard.
"The card."
Uh, she hasn't misunderstood. But that seemed… impossible?
She froze for a few seconds before bursting into laughter. "Don't tease me like that, lol."
"I'm not. You can keep it."
