"Well, see you all next week! Have a great weekend, meow-meow~"
Finishing the livestream's closing remarks somewhat hurriedly, Nyamu put down her phone stand with a sense of relief and took her phone back. Right beside her was Umiri, who was hugging her bass and looking lost in thought.
Honestly, Misumi Uika was an absolute psychopath, wasn't she? Did she think of Nyamu as some country-bumpkin mom working odd jobs in Tokyo? Just because Nyamu had nobody to lean on, she could boss her around however she wanted—sending her running all over the place to deal with the agency, design costumes, and tidy up the base...
Chapter 194