372 The Relentless Roasts

Before Ning Meng was able to read the message from Ning Wentao, her phone suddenly rang.

After receiving the call, she heard a raspy, aged voice coming from the other side. "Hello, is this XX Bank?"

"??"

Just as she was about to tell the person that he had gotten the wrong number, the man said, "I dropped my bank card earlier. What should I do?!"

Ah, it was an old person in need. Well, it would not hurt to help a random stranger once a while. Besides, this was an elderly person. Thus, Ning Meng suggested in a friendly, warm tone. "Calm down, sir. You can bring your I.D. to the nearest XX Bank to report the card loss. They will be able to replace a new bank card for you."

"... but couldn't I just pick it up?"

"??"

This person... did his brain get soaked in a barrel full of acid?