Henry turned around and his gaze finally focused on her face.

The little woman in a beige trench coat still looked clean and fresh. However, there seemed to be a trace of sadness in her eyes that had not completely faded, and had been captured by him.

His eyes deepened. He didn't say anything, and only nodded slightly.

"Well, I drank a little."

Zoe forced a smile.

The man was really good at lying. With such a strong concentration of alcohol smell in the car, how could he drink just a little?

He ...