"Sure, sure," the old man seemed to recall something as he spoke, "have you finished your homework?"
"Done! If you don't believe me, you can ask Professor Woodson."
"Alright, go play then," the old man continued, "Grandpa is also busy. I'll hang up now."
After saying that, the old man hung up the phone.
Viola Thompson: "???"
Are all the parents this carefree nowadays?
"Gemma, what are you standing there for? Let's go!" Sweetie spoke up next.
Viola Thompson released the brake, lightly stepped on the gas, and drove away.
She didn't know why.
She had a strange fondness for this little one.
It was as if.
They really knew each other.
Soon, they arrived at Food City.
Sweetie, without any hesitation, wanted to buy everything she saw.
Viola Thompson turned into the person following behind her, paying for everything.
Sweetie quickly had her hands full of trophies, "Gemma, this tastes so good! Try one!"
Viola Thompson took the ice cream Sweetie handed her and tasted it.
