Bruce agreed.

If anyone else is gone, they won't be in a good mood in this case.

After all, this can be regarded as a family that has ruined itself.

Thinking of it, Bruce felt that he should be more tolerant.

After all, Rayley is a noble surname that has been passed down for hundreds of years, and he must do his best in terms of posture.

So Bruce simply pulled away the chair and stood up, took a bottle of small and exquisite ink and a quill, and handed it to Debra.

Look, I've given face so much.

You won't feel too uncomfortable.

Sign up quickly and give us what promised us.

In this way, we can continue to be neighbors again.

However, at this moment, a strange hand suddenly pressed on his hand.

Um?

Bruce frowned.

"Who are you?"

This man came in behind Debra.

It seems that he should be a minion.

Has the Tross family been degenerated to the point where they can't even control a sermon?

Dorgis smiled.

I try hard to make myself appear sincere.

"Well, sir, can you give me a few days?"
Chapter completed!