Hearing Qiu Tu's words, Secretary Bai burst out laughing.
He shook his head and retorted, "Pledged yourself to an evil god? What nonsense are you spouting now?"
As they spoke, the two of them happened to reach the living room.
Secretary Bai's villa was decorated with elegance and grandeur. Gray and white made up the dominant palette, with cashmere carpeting on the floor, Impressionist paintings on the walls, and minimalist yet fashionable ceiling lamps. It had the sort of postmodern decor Qiu Tu had seen in his previous life.
Compared to Yan Chen's "gloomy" style and Tang Feifei's simple style, Secretary Bai's decor was Qiu Tu's favorite and the most comfortable to be in.
Gesturing toward a light-gray fabric sofa, Secretary Bai said to Qiu Tu, "Have a seat first. I'll pour you some tea."
With that, he turned around, fetched a kettle of water from the kitchen, and began rinsing the tea set in front of Qiu Tu.
Qiu Tu cautiously sat down on the sofa. When Crisis Intuition gave no warning at all, he relaxed and watched Secretary Bai naturally as he prepared the tea.
As Secretary Bai made tea, Qiu Tu watched him while inevitably circling back to their earlier topic. "Since you aren't a follower of an evil god, why did you say I should have come long ago?"
"That means you were waiting for me, doesn't it? And what exactly were you waiting for me for?"
Hearing Qiu Tu's words, Secretary Bai lowered his head and poured the tea with refined gentleness, smiling as he replied, "Ever since we publicly fell out, it seems that most of the time, the two of us have relied on tacit understanding."
"And we've never actually met and talked things over, have we?"
"Don't you think we should have