"Later, anyway, their class monitor tried a few more times, but I feel like it probably didn't work out, after all, he's not the type Vivian likes," Mrs. York said with an indifferent expression. "No hope at all."
Listening to her mother's words, Vivian couldn't help but speak up, "Mom, why are you telling this to Ethan?"
"It's just that we happened to be talking about this, so I casually mentioned it," Mrs. York said with an innocent look.
Ethan's deep eyes glanced at Vivian then Mrs. York, his delicate eyebrows raised as he seemingly casually asked, "Not her type?"
"Mm." Mrs. York nodded.
"Then what type does she like?" Ethan immediately followed up.
