Xiaoqiao had just walked out of the guest room when she heard her cellphone vibrating in her bedroom.
Who could it be this late?
"Hello, good evening."
"Xiaoqiao, are you asleep? Sorry to bother you at this late hour!"
"Is that you, Hirano? I haven't gone to bed yet, what's the matter?"
"The issue with Ono Ame has been resolved. It was someone planted by our record company's competitor who leaked the information, but thankfully, that person didn't know much. I wanted to let you know so that you wouldn't be troubled by it any longer."
"Glad to hear it's resolved, thank you for the trouble."
"Did anyone from Ono Ame come to cause you trouble?"
Since the matter had been resolved, Xiaoqiao didn't want to complicate things further, so she answered, "No, nothing happened. I'm fine."
After exchanging a few pleasantries, Xiaoqiao hung up the phone and suddenly remembered something.
