Flossie Wright led Glenn Hutchinson directly into his room.
As soon as they entered, she closed the door.
"Bang—" The door slammed shut hard.
"Sit."
Glenn Hutchinson, having just come to his senses, saw Flossie Wright standing beside him, pointing to a chair in the room.
Squinting his eyes, Glenn Hutchinson gazed at her intently.
Flossie Wright looked back, and their gazes met in a moment of standoff.
Ultimately, Glenn Hutchinson relented, sitting down obediently beside her.
At this point, even the dullest person could see Flossie Wright was fuming, and it was better not to provoke her.
"Take off your clothes!"
After throwing out a sentence, Flossie Wright turned to the cabinet to find Glenn Hutchinson's temporary medical box.
Glancing at her, Glenn Hutchinson roughly understood, thought for a moment, and then took off a shirt.
He didn't really want Flossie Wright to see, but knowing Flossie's temperament, she definitely wouldn't give up easily.
