As for Franklin Cody, he held a whistle in his hand, his face as grim and cold as Yama, the king of hell, his eyes bearing down on them ferociously.
"Flossie Wright!"
"Present!"
"Jessie Grain!"
"Present!"
Sternly scrutinizing the two of them, Franklin Cody suddenly raised his voice and interrogated, "You two, you cooperated yesterday, didn't you?"
Flossie Wright and Jessie Grain stood straight, motionless, but their expressions all revealed a touch of helplessness.
He knew Franklin Cody would come to pick a bone!
"Reporting!"
Jessie Grain shouted loudly.
"Speak!" Franklin Cody's gaze swept toward her.
"We just took the same path, and didn't cooperate at all!"
Jessie Grain argued vehemently.
As if fixated on them, Franklin Cody asked fiercely, "Who can prove it?!"
"Reporting! No one!"
Jessie Grain's voice grew even firmer, showing no signs of guilt whatsoever.