Flossie Wright just glanced up, showing no intention of paying attention.
Picking a piece of dead grass from the side, Becca Reyes waved that piece of grass at her, shouting loudly, "You're busy, we'll wait for you."
Seeing Becca Reyes's laid-back figure not far away, Yvonne Watson was infuriated, her resentment deepening. Their intention was clear, they would rather rest there than come over to help, and they didn't care when they would go back at all.
But for them, it was a simple matter. Why couldn't they help even a little bit?
The more Yvonne Watson thought about it, the more frustrated she became. The force of her biting her lip intensified, and the movement of turning the soil gradually slowed down.
If both of them were going to dawdle like this, she would make sure neither of them got dinner!
