The man looked familiar, as if he was the father of the little girl she had rescued just now.
"Hello, Miss Parkinson. I wanted to thank you just now, but you left in a hurry. Now we met again. It's probably because of fate. Do you want anything? I can help you realize it."
Helle was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled, "I thought you would give me a check directly, sir."
The man shook his head lightly, "No, Miss Parkinson has an extraordinary temperament, how could you care about money."
"For the time being, I don't need anything. If you really want to give me something, then owe me a favor first."
The man nodded. Suddenly, he seemed to remember something, and asked a little embarrassedly, "Then are you going to see Ethel? She just heard that a beautiful girl saved her, and she always wanted to thank you in person."
Helle lowered her head and thought for a while, then nodded.