The luxury lobby, normally filled with an air of quiet sophistication, erupted into a cacophony of laughter and murmurs when Chen Mumu's words sliced through the air: "What if I have a card?"
For a moment, the statement hung in the air like an absurd joke waiting to be dismissed. Then came the outburst. Women clad in extravagant designer dresses and men in tailored suits turned toward her, their laughter filling the opulent space.
"Quit dreaming," one woman sneered, waving a perfectly manicured hand dismissively. "You? A card? Don't make me laugh."
Another, standing near the reception desk, smirked. "She's clearly lost. Probably wandered in here by accident."
"Does she even know how much these cards cost?" a third chimed in, her disdain palpable.
Getting a bronze card was already so expensive let alone a silver one. A person like ChenMumu could not understand!