"Whose phone call is that? It's so noisy!"
Shirley took one step forward and then three steps back. She had completely lost consciousness.
She listened to her phone ringing non-stop. She was so annoyed that she simply threw it far away.
"Hey, why did you throw your phone away..."
Ida supported the crumbling Shirley while picking up her phone.
The person who was calling was also quite persistent. The phone wouldn't stop ringing until it was answered.
Helpless, Ida could only answer it. "Hello, who's this?"
"You are not Shirley."
"Well, I am her friend. She is drunk and can't answer the phone."
"Drunk?"
The voice on the other side was extremely cold. "Where are you?"
"One bar in the Sutor Wharf. May I ask who you are..."
"Watch over her and wait for me to come over!"
The man did not wait for Ida to finish speaking. He left this strong order and directly cut off the call.
"This..."