Cang Dang, Joyce stood up abruptly, swaying the high-back chair and almost falling down. “Mr. Tris” he uttered a name with all his strength. It was a round-faced, amiable, and shy boy. It was the hero who saved the survivors. Klein didn’t bother him, leaned back slightly, and waited quietly. Joyce’s face changed a few times, and finally returned to normal, with a pale normal. He smiled bitterly and said: “I see, thank you for your dream interpretation. Maybe I have to go to the police station.” He took out his wallet and took out 1 Sole’s paper money. “I don’t think money can reflect your value. It can only be given at the price you determine. This is your reward.” Joyce pushed the banknotes to Klein. You give 10 pounds directly, I don’t mind 1 Su Le, you and your fiancee are really like Klein, keeping the style of a magic stick, without saying anything, holding the bill with a smile. Joyce took a breath, put on his top hat, and turned to the door.