Yes, yes, you were right. I made a gesture inviting them to go, "Feel free to use the card, go to a restaurant with a high average spending."
The three of them left the dorm with my card.
After they left, I called the bank and canceled my card.
It wasn't until the lights were about to go out in the evening that the three angrily returned to the dormitory.
As soon as we entered the dormitory, Janet snapped my card in half and threw it on the ground and said, "It was you, wasn't it? You froze my card, right?"
I kindly explained, "I froze my own card. If a card is lost, it must be frozen. I was helping you. This card has a high limit. If you had used it, you wouldn't just be unable to go to school, you'd be going to jail. Do you understand?"
Janet fumed and said, "Do you know what it's like to order a bunch of food and not be able to pay for it? The server looked at me like I was garbage and almost called the police to report me for dining and dashing!"
I covered my mouth, coughed a few times, and tried hard not to laugh out loud. "That's strange, you're carrying Mr. Jones's eldest son, right? Shouldn't you have your own card? Why would you need to use mine? This doesn't match your status."