Flossie Wright's expression remained indifferent as she calmly countered.
Neal Thompson was choked up, nearly unable to catch his breath.
Damn!
He had never seen such blatant sophistry.
"Don't give me that crap, the Forces have their rules, and these dishes—" He raised his hand, pointing at the few dishes on the table, Neal Thompson said sternly, "these dishes, although not expensive, even if they were bought for a penny, they are still the nation's! The people's! Without approval from above, how dare you take liberties with them?!"
After catching his breath, Neal Thompson glared at her angrily, "Flossie Wright, don't you get too lawless!"
Gradually, Flossie Wright's expression cooled.
Unfortunately, after the hustle and bustle of the day, her mood was far from good.
These tasty dishes had just lifted her spirits a bit,
However—
Inside the kitchen, after hesitating and struggling, Yvonne Watson finally stepped out.
"Vice squad leader, I made these dishes."
