C620 A Small Matter That Could be Solved with Money

"Where's our bank card?" Meng Dashan burst through the door and into the house, urgently questioning his wife.

Yang Cuilan, taken aback, responded, "What bank?"

Meng Dashan, stamping his foot and glaring, bellowed, "Quit feigning ignorance! I'm talking about the bank card we use for deposits and withdrawals. Hand it over quickly; I desperately need it!"

Yang Cuilan's face turned pale