顾轻轻 Deposited a Big Red envelope in her hand, and the cash machine's "please take the card" prompt was almost the loudest sound in the bank Hall. She fumbled with the transaction slip, trying not to look like a complete dummy in front of the three cashiers staring at her with pity.

"Just transfer five thousand yuan to savings account number 300,780,524," she said, guarding the envelope like it contained state secrets.

"Withdrawal or deposit?" The young man at the counter asked, his voice polite but firm.

"Deposit," she mumbled, feeling her blush creep up her neck.

The cashier, a middle-aged woman with sharp eyes, peered at the slip. "Are you sure this number is correct? It's different from the one you used last time."

"Yes, yes, it's correct," Gu Qingqing stammered, scratching her head. "I, uh, I forgot my wallet."

The woman hmphed, clearly judging her. "If you don't have your wallet, how did you get your card?"

"Ah, this is my friend's," she said, fumbling with the card in her hand. "He helped me with the application."