Neal Thompson scanned Flossie Wright from head to toe, only to see that her left finger was wrapped in a bandage, which only made him believe Mia Lawson's words even more.
How bad can a finger injury be?
At most a little cut.
I've never seen anyone so delicate, wrapping up their finger so tightly, she must be looking for an excuse to be lazy again.
A flame of anger surged in Neal Thompson's heart as he looked at her with disdain and sneered, "You're allowed to play with your phone during training?"
"I took a leave," Flossie replied indifferently.
"For such a minor injury, you took a leave?!"
"..."
Flossie couldn't be bothered with him.
Such unreasonable behavior, it must be instigated by Mia Lawson without a doubt.
Heh...
Getting worked up like this is really not suited for doing bad things.
"Flossie Wright!"
As she turned away, Neal Thompson stamped his foot in anger and took a few steps to confront her face to face.
"..."
Flossie didn't reply.
