Mr. Longbottom was sitting on the sofa, holding a glass of alcohol. He looked relaxed, sipping his drink from time to time.

He did not look toward Carrie when he heard the sound of footsteps.

She walked over and put down her bag. Then, she went to his side and said sweetly, “Mr. Longbottom.”

When he finally spared her a glance, it was so hostile that Carrie was startled.

Did she do something wrong?

“Have you eaten, Mr. Longbottom?”

She dared not talk in a cute voice. Instead, she looked