I want you to move and live with me.
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
"Who told you that this is a credit card?"
His forehead slightly scrunched up as he looked at the woman in front of him in resignation.
What is this dumb woman talking about?
"Huh? Ah? Not a credit card?" She was instantly dumbfounded. This dark silver card is actually not a credit card?
She looked at the card the man was handing over to her again and realized that it really did not seem to be either a credit card or a bank card!
That was because there were actually no numbers printed on it.
"Of course, not," he replied with amusement.
"What is this, then?" She shifted her gaze from the card and on to the man.
"This is this house's IC card," he explained.
"Er? What is an IC card?" she asked weakly.
Oh, my gosh. As part of the common folks, I really don't know anything about the world of the rich.
"… It is equivalent to a keycard." His lips twitched as he patiently answered her question.