"Shirley, are you free? Shall we meet and talk?" Monica asked.
Shirley felt that her heart skipped a beat. Thinking of Andrew, who was dead drunk, she was tempted to say yes.
She nodded. After realizing that Monica couldn't see her expression over the call, she said softly, "Okay, I'm at home now. I'll go back to school later."
"Okay."
After hanging up the phone, Shirley hesitated for a while before calling Andrew.
Last night, he was dead drunk. Because of Charlie, she didn't even have time to talk to him this morning.
Andrew answered the call immediately.
She couldn't help but became nervous again. She found his unique and magnetic voice melodious over the call.
"Shirley."
She asked tentatively, "Andrew, how are you? Upon waking up this morning, I heard from Charlie that you had
