Suddenly changing the subject, Flossie Wright raised her eyebrows and subconsciously looked for his phone.
"It's on the desk."
The elder Mr. Wright added coldly.
Glancing over, she indeed saw the phone on the desk.
An old-fashioned phone, not a smartphone, not even a flip phone, black-bodied, palm-sized.
Flossie went over to pick it up and then handed it to the elder Mr. Wright.
"Hmph."
Releasing his irritation on trivial matters, the elder Mr. Wright snatched the phone and then shot Flossie a sharp look.
Flossie touched her nose and didn't take his annoyance seriously.
Having the upper hand in her arguments, Mr. Wright had no ground for rebuttal and was naturally filled with pent-up anger, which he could only vent at her.
However, he was not as stubborn as she had imagined and was easier to deal with than Regan Wright.
The elder Mr. Wright fiddled with the phone and then directly dialed the Brigadier.
