Her gaze turned icy, Flossie Wright shot him a sharp look.
Glancing at the upper cabinet, Glenn Hutchinson raised his hand and took the hairdryer from the outside, and in the next moment, he grabbed Flossie Wright's shoulders and made her sit in his place.
Just as Flossie Wright was coming to her senses, Glenn Hutchinson had already plugged in the hairdryer.
"Hutchin..."
Before she could finish, Glenn Hutchinson turned on the hairdryer, drowning out her voice.
Flossie Wright stopped talking all at once.
As she gathered her wits again, warm air began to blow through her hair, and those long fingers weaved through her damp locks. Flossie Wright immediately felt an unfamiliar aura and instinctively wanted to start a fight with Glenn Hutchinson.
However, just as she clenched her fist, she became aware of her current situation and touched upon the impending crisis.
