"What's wrong? Daisy, why are you saying this?" Dawn Sutherland clearly sounded puzzled over the phone.
Daisy Grant pursed her lips, "It's nothing. Be careful, Aidan... And, I wish you success in both love and career."
"Hmm." Dawn's voice was somewhat deep.
Daisy's nose felt a bit sore, and she immediately said to the person on the other end of the line, "Then I'll hang up now, Aidan."
"Alright."
Just as Daisy was about to hang up, she heard a strange voice on Dawn's side, "Mr. Sutherland, you're so drunk. Do you need me to call a friend to pick you up? Or shall I call a cab for you?"
"No, thank you."
Dawn replied in a low voice, expressing his thanks.
Daisy heard the conversation on the other side clearly, her fingers tightening around the phone. "Aidan, have you drunk too much?"
Dawn paused for about ten seconds, then two heavy-breathing words reached her, "It's fine."
