Adrian Zhekova seemed to be stunned by her question, blinking foolishly, his eyes wide and mouth agape, uncertain how to answer.
Which was a far cry from his usual eloquence that could leave others speechless.
"I... I didn't drink that much... did I?" Adrian Zhekova wasn't very sure.
His mind was quite clear, actually.
He could answer Cindy Clarke's questions smoothly.
He felt he wasn't that drunk.
It's just that his actions weren't controlled by his brain very well.
Upon hearing this, Cindy thought, Adrian Zhekova actually knew how to doubt himself for once.
This made Cindy unsure if he was really that drunk or not.
Just then, a woman passed by outside the car, and Cindy pointed at her: "Who is she?"
Adrian Zhekova obediently turned his head to look, and turned back with a puzzled face, shaking his head: "I don't know."
"Then who am I?" Cindy pointed to her nose.
"Silly, you're Cindy." Adrian Zhekova answered.
Cindy finally felt reassured.
