章 68: 68. Not My Type (2).

When he got home, Vio cleaned himself up, the woman chose to do her homework and went down to the first floor to welcome her mother home.

The woman who honestly Vio always hoped for other than his father who didn't care about him. "Mom just got home?" Honestly, the question Vio just told him shouldn't be Vio asking, that rhetorical question without an answer really can't Vio give other than that.

"How was your school, Vio?" The woman asked and kissed the top of her daughter's head after taking off her work coat and cleaning her hands. "Have you had dinner?" The woman asked her daughter, Vio shook her head in response.

"I was deliberately waiting for mommy, did you have dinner?" Vio asked back with a faint smile where the woman knew the answers to all her questions.