So Jiang Siming thought she had asked the police for help. Shimizu Rimei shook her head and said apologetically, "I thought you didn't want to reveal your identity, so I asked a hacker friend I have in Japan. She helped me find it, but don't worry, she's a very good person, definitely not a bad person, and she won't use your ID for anything bad."
"My ID card can't do much in Japan anyway, don't worry, I'm not that petty." Jiang Siming put the ID card back in his pocket with relief. The two continued to drink tea, and Shimizu Rimei lowered her head, thinking hard about how to take the initiative to chat with the boy. She really hadn't tried it before; sitting there felt awkward, but she was also a bit reluctant to say goodbye and leave. Finally, she thought of a topic to talk about, but just as she was about to speak, her phone rang in her bag.
"Sorry, I need to answer this." Shimizu Rimei smiled apologetically at Jiang Siming.