No perfection in this world

Vino smiled while touching the screen of his cellphone, he had just sent a message to his wife.

---Get ready, I'll pick you up. --

"Are you in a hurry?" Vino gaped at the sight of his father and half-brother already in front of his face, blocking his path.

he was just about to leave the office, it seemed the planning in his head had to change.

Did not wish to make small talk, he lifted his face, stared at Hazel's face for a moment, there was no friendly greeting or congratulation for his half-brother, he looked very cold and unfriendly. "What is wrong?" he said.

Broto pulled a smile. "Let's have lunch together, lastly we had dinner together and you decided to go home first. How about this time we go have lunch together and have a little talk,"

Vino didn't blink his eyes, those eyes were straight, and felt deep in looking straight at his father's face. "I have other business," Vino replied, refusing an invitation to have lunch with his father.